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SUBJECT: THE CLARK ABDUCTION EXPERIENCE FILE: UFO2394
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Filename: Clark.abd
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Type : Abduction
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Author : Clark Hathaway
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Date : 11/07/93
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Desc. : Account of abduction experience
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The Prolog:
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Clark: I had no conscious memory of this incident until mid-June of
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1993. Janice's Parents were here from Phoenix, Arizona for the occasion
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of Lee's graduation from High School. Janice and her mother were
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swapping stories in the living room in my presence, about snoring. In
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attempting to illustrate how badly I snore, Janice turned to me and
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said "don't you remember at the cabin with Rick and Judy a few years
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ago everyone voting that you had to sleep in the van because of your
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snoring?". I stood there dumfounded in shock for a few seconds that
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seemed more like minutes. Images too numerous to fix upon were flashing
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through my mind as the shock was being overcome by an inexplicable
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sense of fear pervading my being.
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As the fear progressed, I mumbled something, perhaps oh sure and
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turning away, walked out onto the patio. I smoked and sat and smoked
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and paced. I was in a peculiar state of confusion. I was attempting to
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understand the irrational fear that I was experiencing while, at the
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same time trying to make some sense of the imagery happening in my
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head. I caught glimpses of bright light with strange shadow-like
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figures within.
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I heard a mid-pitched drone. Through the open back windows of the
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van, I saw a big bright star. Being ordinary enough images, I was
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having trouble tying them to my fear. For three days I carried this
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within me. With each passing day, while the fear abated, my aggitation
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grew.
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Finally on the night of the third day, Janice and I sat on the patio
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for our late hour talk as is our custom. My emotional being had reached
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the state were I could no-longer hold it within. Thus, I cautiously
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approached the subject. "Do you remember the other night telling your
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mother about my snoring" I said. "Up at their folk's cabin at Pulga?" I
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asked. When she indicated yes, I proceeded to share with her my fear as
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well as the imagery that I had experienced.
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My regression sessions (2) followed some three months later in
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September. What came out of those sessions as well as additional
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ensuing memories will follow the Prelude to set the stage, which is the
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next message.
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I hope that my methods of description in the forgoing will not be
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construed as having been overly dramatic. My purpose was to share the
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emotional range that I underwent and to a degree, am still undergoing.
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In the past two years, at this location (North Highlands), the same
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sort of light has been onbserved along with the multi-colored cotton
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balls as well as the droning sound, from my bedroom window in the
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middle of the night. The light awoke me from a sound sleep and I
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remember vividly, my first thought upon that awakening. Oh No...not
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again...was the thought. This occured prior to the partial memory
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awakening in June that precipitated the Hypno-regression sessions.
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From the age of 5 I have been trained to observe detail. As a nearly
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life-long martial artist with my primary training in an internal, soft
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style, I can and do sometimes on an involuntary basis, sometimes
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consciously, extend my awareness. Thus, things do not easily take me by
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surprise. I do not react to fear in the same manner that most people
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do. Rather than become immobilized, I tend to flow with it and channel
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it into responsive action.
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In light of the above, it would be hoped that one can begin to
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appreciate the inner anguish that I have felt as a result of this
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experience. I have this inner need to know. I am patient, it will come.
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-Clark
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The Prelude:
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On a weekend prior to mid-month in August 1990, a small group of us
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spent the weekend at a cabin in Pulga, California. Perched on the west
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side of a deep canyon that contains the North Fork of the Feather
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River, Pulga is a tiny, 1800s era mining and rail-stop village. The
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cabin belonging to the parents of one of the group's members, sits in a
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meadow along with three other cabins. The meadow is situated just to
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the north and above the little town. It is oriented west to east where
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it terminates in a stand of fir, cedar or pine. Beyond that point, the
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slope drops off into the canyon below. The canyon walls rise up on the
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west and north sides of the meadow which is reached via a serpentine
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gravel road that winds it's way up from the village below. This road
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forks just to the west of the meadow, one branch sloping down providing
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access to the meadow and the other continuing on up the side of the
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canyon wall to the north. Located behind the cabins, the south side of
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the meadow is bounded by an a creek that eminates from a spring further
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up the canyon walls to the west. Aligned along the southern edge of the
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meadow, ours was the second cabin from the west. The first cabin that
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weekend was occupied by a nice, elderly couple. The cabin just to the
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east of us, was condemned and boarded up. The last cabin to the east,
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on that first night, was unoccupied.
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The group was comprised of Rick and Judy Lichty, business colleagues
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and friends along with their sons Brandon then three and Brian then
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six. The others were Janice as well as Lee then sixteen and myself.
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Everyone was anticipating a weekend of fun, frolic and relaxation with
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Rick and Lee in particular, looking forward to that night's session of
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gaming. Throughout the plans and preperations for the trip...they had
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besieged me with requests to Dungeon Master a weekend session of
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"Dungeons and Dragons". I agreed after Judy had said "I don't care if
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you guys play all night long as long as you don't keep everyone else
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awake".
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Having arrived and gotten settled in, I proceeded to pull a recon of
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the creek and the meadow. Being an artist, I was particularaly
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attracted to a large oak tree on the northeastern side of the meadow
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opposite the mid point between cabins three and four. The meadow was
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quite a bit wider at that point then that of our end. I continued down
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to the east end and observed the train tracks and river below through
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the trees. The rest of the evening until around 9 p.m., was spent by
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eating and visiting with the couple next door. They retired early so we
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all went in and as Judy had started drinking soon after our arrival,
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she went to bed. The boys were playing quietly on the floor and Janice
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settled onto the couch and began reading Stephen King's novel IT!.
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After set-up, I proceeded to lead Rick and Lee (actually their
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characters) through a tortuous, terrifying adventure in another land
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far, far away. The time slipped away rapidly.
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This ends the Prelude and hopefuly sets the stage for the ensuing
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events.
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The Story:
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I looked up and turned my head at Judy's intrusion into the room that
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was accompanied by, "haven't you guys played long enough?". Continuing
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she slurred with a screech in her voice, "All of you, go to bed Now!".
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I noticed Janice glance up from the book that she was reading and read
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the disgust in her eyes as Rick meekly mumbled "yeah, O.K., sure". We
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quickly wrapped things up and put the gaming gear away. Rick had put
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the kids down for the night much earlier and somewhat subdued, went off
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to bed at the back of the cabin. Lee lay down for the night on a
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trundle bed in the front room while Janice remained on the couch.
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Tired, I bid my good nights and opening the screen door, stepped down
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and into the night. The time was shortly after midnight. The air was
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warm and still as I shut the door and turned toward the van.
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As I made my way to the van I noticed the mountainside terrain
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silhoutted against a starry sky. With a deep sigh, I thought God! I
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love the mountains and I really like this place. Too bad I
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thought...that Judy has to be that way, she really needs some help but
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so far hasn't the willingness. Soon after it had been suggested that
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due to my snoring I sleep out in the van, I had prepared it for just
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that purpose. I was thankful as I pulled the sliding side door shut
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behind me, that I hadn't waited until after dark. Clicking on the
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flashlight, I pulled off my shoes, socks and jeans and crawled into the
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sleeping bag. I lit a cigarette, pulled the ashtray closer and resting
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on one elbow, gazed out the rear windows of the van to the east.
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Pondering the panorama of stars before me, I finished my smoke and
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gratefuly lay back to sleep musing 'it's a good thing this bed is built
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in the back, it sure beats sleeping on the van floor'.
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I was awakened by a loud high-pitched drone that quickly faded.
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Raising up onto one elbow, I looked out the space formed between the
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tilted open windows and the sill of the van doors below. Directly to
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the east I noticed a very bright blue-white light somewhat smaller than
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a dime held at arms length away, off in the distance. 'That sure is a
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big star' I thought, quickly followed by 'maybe Venus. I wonder what
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time it is?'.
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Before I could glance at my watch, I was startled to notice that the
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light was moving and coming closer expanding in size. I wondered
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fleetingly 'what is a helicopter doing up here?'. As I watched and
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listened for the 'chop' of the rotors, It seemed to pause when it
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reached size of a silver dollar. The light seemed to expand into a
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rounded oval and began to grow rapidly. 'Oh NO!' I thought, 'it is
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coming down into the clearing'. I heard no rotor chop and must have
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closed my eyes. In what seemed like just a moment, my inner eyelids
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were illuminated from without.
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I struggled to open my eyes. As my eyes came open, they were looking
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down at the sleeping bag that lay open around me. The inside of the van
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was lit up brighter than daylight. I looked up while trying to move
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backwards toward the door. Immediately before my face were fluorescent
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cotton balls of neon red, green, yellow and blue popping on and off.
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Beyond these down the meadow lay an arc-like light to the right that I
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couldn't look directly into. It appeared to disipate off to the left
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into a glowing haze. Within this misty light, there were three shadowy
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figures that began to materialize. As they took on sharpness, I saw
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that one stood at least a head above the others. This figure detached
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itself from the others and to my sudden sense of horror, proceded to
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loom larger in my vision.
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The silhouette of what I beheld approaching me had a large domed head
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with the lower portion of the face sharply tapered in. This in turn
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flowed into a long thin neck and narrow sharply sloping shoulders.
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Askew and not seeming to be moving, long very thin arms with bulging
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pod-like endings were angled down and away from the shoulders. The
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upper torso tapered down into a waspish waist that gently flared into
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narrow hips. this in turn tapered downward at a severe angle. At an
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unbelievable rate, it loomed so large that it's head was obscured by
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the out-tilting tinted rear windows. At it's approach, I had cast out
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my awareness trying to get a 'feel' for this being in order to sense
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it's intent. This alas, was to no avail. Suddenly, it's face appeared
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at the window opening, tilted to the side and looking upward at me.
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With fear coursing through me, I saw it grasp the window sill in the
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door. Curling over the edge were three fingers, a shade of mauve, the
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middle one half again as long as the others. Of extreme texture, I
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somehow 'knew' that were I to caress these leathery appearing
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appendages, they would have a silky feel. My other-awareness was
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pervaded by a sense of cautious, mischievious humor.
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The being abruptly twisted to it's left while raising up and moving
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forward in one fluid motion. In shocked amazement I realized that it
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had done all of this through the glass, the bed, as well as the steel
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body of the van itself as if they were of water. It gently but firmly
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griped my upper arms, it's face mere inches from my own. Huge, glossy
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black eyes that filled close to a third of it's face, stared into mine.
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It's face was the same shade of mauve as the hand with a lighter area
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around the eyes. I was desperately trying to wrench my way free but was
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totally unable to move. Over-come with terror I sensed that it was
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beginning to take me out the way it had come in.
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As It moved backward pulling me forward I flashed upon being slammed
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into the inner back of the van. We emerged outside before the thought
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had ended. My eyes rolled downward to see the ground rushing backward
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beneath my dangling feet. Looking up again, I could see that we were
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entering the outer haze and the other two figures were becoming more
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distinct.
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Approaching them, my captor turned it's head to the left in order to
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gaze at them. At this the shorter, more robust creatures immediately
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backed away. I cataloged this as well as noticing there were now three
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and that when the taller being shifted a portion of it's attention, I
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could feel some return of control. I chose not to excersise it however
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as it took me by surprise and I felt that in the long run it would have
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been futile.
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I closed my eyes against the now too bright light and when I opened
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them, found that we were in a hallway that curved to the left. I
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discovered that I was on my feet. Gripping my upper left arm the Being
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led me a short way down the hall to an open doorway to my right. I
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could 'feel' the presense of the others behind us. I wanted to turn my
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head to look at them but found that I could not.
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Ushered into the room, I was urged toward an object that rose out of
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the center floor. It had the appearance of being a table as the top was
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waist high. With a mirror finish, the recessed top looked to be
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fashioned from a light blue tinted metal. Curling over the edges were
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the sides that tapered down in rolling, flowing contour to a pinched
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waist above a short, contoured pedestal. The surface of the thing had
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much the same look as the being that I by now had likened to a Mantis
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or an Ant. That is, the skin of the Mantis except it appeared much more
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coarse. It also had what seemed to be tubes running within it's sides
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partialy protruding, at various locations, running a foot or two then
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disappearing within the sides. As we approached this table, I began to
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get the distinct feeling that it was alive!
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We arrived at the side of the table, I reluctantly. I was suddenly
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filled with an impression of meaning that directed me to climb up and
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lay back. At this, I reacted with a slight jerk and a resounding mental
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NO! But, you must came the impression. No I don't, I thought.
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Swiveling, the Mantis turned and again gripped both upper arms and
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seemingly without effort on it's part, lifted me unto the table.
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Looking into my eyes, I was compelled by gentle pressure to lay back.
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Rather than being cold and hard as it appeared, the top gave way
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providing support to the contours of my body as I partially sunk into
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it. A soothing warmth surrounded me as I felt tension flow out of my
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body.
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My consciousness began to drift until suddenly jerked back to
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awareness by the 'feel' of other presenses entering the room. I
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struggled to arise, but was too lethargic to do so. I 'felt' a presense
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tentatively approach and 'knew' that it was passing something over but
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above, my body. Involuntarily, my eyelids shut and once again I began
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to drift.
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My awareness returned and my eyes confirmed as they came open that I
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was once again alone in the room with the Mantis being. As I turned my
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head, I was receiving the impression that this was a female. Along with
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this, was the realization that she 'felt' familiar. The impression came
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that I was bid to arise and accompany her elsewhere. Reluctantly I sat
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up, swiveled around and eased myself down onto my feet. Feeling
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slightly dizzy and disoriented, I supported myself against the table
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with my left hand. I could sense a low pulsing vibration from within. I
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jerked my hand away and haltingly stepped toward the opening in the
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wall. The Mantis had preceded me into the hallway beyond and had
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slightly turned, waiting for me to follow. Where are you taking me I
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thought, as I stepped through the opening to join her. Come, came the
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impression...then came an image of a wall of what I understood to be
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electronic apparatus with winking intermittant lights and a pulsing,
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strobe-like glow. I paused, unwilling momentarily to proceed further.
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Why?...I must have mentally shouted, because I could feel her recoil.
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She gripped my upper left arm and proceeding down the hall, came the
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impression.....of interest. Traveling down the hallway perhaps 15 feet,
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I could see another opening to the right. reaching the opening and
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turning to the right, I beheld a room that seemed wider than the
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previous one. I was aware of a maze of round edged shapes of various
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sizes protruding from the walls and floor of the room. My attention
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however was riveted upon the countenence of an obvious human female
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that stood upon a low, sculptured platform against the wall directly
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across from me. Ridgid, with heels together, arms loosely hanging by
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her sides, she stared straight ahead.
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The Prolog:
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Janice: For three long years I have kept all these incidents bottled
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up inside of myself and would like to continue to as it really agitates
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my insides. When Clark started bringing this up this summer I just
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wanted to forget it all as I do now. It makes me angry. At first it
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made me angry because it seemed that it was only him that was taken and
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I wanted to be with him. Now I am angry because I am not so sure.
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The Prelude:
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Janice: The night all this happened I was very lonely and felt very
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abandoned by Clark, Lee and Rick one more time as they wanted to hide
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in their D & D. So I got myself a book to hide in. As for Judy, I was
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very angry and upset with her drinking and wanting to control
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everybody. Before the trip, she had said to me that we would have a
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nice quit and restful weekend and that she and I would visit. So I was
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feeling abandonded by her and feeling angry about being lied to.
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The Story:
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Janice: The neighbor's dog came over to play with Rick's dog and they
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were playing and barking all evening. Once in a while Clark or Rick
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would chase them out or go outside to tell them to shut up.
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The last time Judy came out and told everyone to go to bed we all
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did. I had no conception of the time all weekend as we were all there
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to have our own fun at whatever and I don't remember even wearing a
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watch.
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I don't remember when I stopped reading. I was in the living room with
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my son and Judy's dog was on the floor. I don't remember ever closing
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my eyes. It was very still and quiet and all of a sudden the whole
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house was lit up with all different colors and there were all these
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little white fuzz balls dancing around the room. They sort of looked
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like pollen. I automatically thought of Clark being alone, trying to
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communicate with him mentally, telling him to get out of the van and to
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come in by me. I remember both of the dogs being sound asleep on the
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floor by the door which was opening and closing by itself repeatedly at
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the same time that I saw the fuzz balls. I remember a low dull sound
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like a faraway train or helicopter thinking they're coming for me and
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Clark and please let us go together, don't just take Clark, he needs me
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to go too. I was trying to get off the couch this whole time but kept
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thinking how come I can't get up? I kept watching my son sleeping on
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the trundle bed hoping it was really him being there. All the thoughts
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going on in my head I thought were keeping me awake and expecting to
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see Clark at any minute. I have no idea of any time.
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I was really attracted to her eyes. They didn't seem to be seeing
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anything at all. They did not move nor, did her eyelids blink. She had
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wavy light-brown hair with a slight reddish tone, cascading down to
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frame her face and to disappear behind her shoulders. With my eyes
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continuing on down her form, the Mantis guided me into the room. I was
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struck with the feeling that I knew this woman although with a start, I
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realized that I could not see her face. That was a blur. The only
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portion of her face that was clear to me were her eyes. I could see a
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shallow, slow rise and fall to her naked breasts. My concentration was
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interrupted by an impression of caressing her to the point of arousal.
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NO! I thought. But, you must...came the meaning. No...I thought again,
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why must I? The impression that came took me aback, You made the
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commitment it declared. I want to go home I thought. I don't remember
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any commitment I thought. I won't do it. Why? came the meaning...You
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made the commitment therefore you must. I won't, I want to.... With
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this, the Mantis turned me toward the opening and moving through it, we
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stepped into the hall. We turned to our left and continued down to the
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opening into the original room.
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Guiding me into the room, she turned and left. I turned to see her
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disappear up the hall to the right. Turning again, I quickly observed
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the room in which I once again found myself. It had the appearance of a
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gently curved rectangle with the (doorway) opening centrally located.
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Although flat, the walls where they met with each other, did in a
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smooth curve rather than at an angle. They met the floor in the same
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manner as did the ceiling. The ceiling was gently arched as a partial
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dome. Protruding from the wall at the back were 6 rectangles of various
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dimensions and at various heights. There were three of these on the
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left wall with a rectangle perhaps 4 or 5 feet long protruding up from
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the floor and out from the wall at the back portion of the left wall.
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The top of this rectangle was wide enough to allow sitting. The wall on
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the right contained one of these positioned center and framed on either
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side by a rectangle protruding from the wall perhaps 3 to 4 feet above
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the floor. The highest point of the wall at the back was perhaps 7 feet
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above the floor. There were no angles to be found anywhere. The whole
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room had the appearance of having been popped out of a mold. Moving to
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the opening, I proceeded to step through it and found that I could not.
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Puzzled, I tried several times just to get my hand and arm through. I
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stepped to my left and peered up the hallway to the right as far as it
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would allow, but saw nothing. I stepped right and repeated the process
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to the left with the same result. Stepping again to the left, I turned
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in time to see the Mantis returning with the woman. I began to back up
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as they turned to enter. The Mantis stopped just inside the opening.
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You must!...came the meaning with a 'feeling' of impatience. No!...I
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don't do that, I thought. The woman moved forward. My back came up
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against the table and I could once again feel it's pulse. Why?...came
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the impression...You commited it continued. I have a lady I think I
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replied outloud. The Mantis moved forward quickly and gripped again my
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upper right arm as the woman reached me looking up and reaching out
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with her finger tips to lightly place them on my naked chest. My eyes
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shifting downward, her mouth became clear in a big smile. I was
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desperately trying to twist away but could not move. Her fingers traced
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a trail down my skin, across my stomach to hook into the tops of my
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undershorts......
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At this point in the regression, my eyes popped open. The first
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session ended with the Mantis coming through the van. Each session was
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terminated by extreme agitation, some hyperventilating and fear. In
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each case, my eyes popped open to end the proceedings. Because of a
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history of high blood pressure coupled with my present health
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circumstances, the decision to curtail the sessions until such time as
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they may safely (for me) proceed, was made. For me, that time can't
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come soon enough.
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Clark Hathaway Sunday November 7th., 1993
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