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SUBJECT: FOOB FILE: UFO2697
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Strangely enough, my first encounter with a alien beings was at age 5,
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that was 30 years ago and I still remember as if it were yesterday. I
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had always been a loner as a child. At that age, no sisters or brothers
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and parents that were too busy to pay attention to me, therefore I
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spent a lot of time in my room. Alone. That is except for Foob. Foob
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had been around for as long as I could remember. Whenever I wanted a
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play mate he showed up. Foob was about my size and talked without
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moving his mouth. He had taught me to talk like that too. To
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concentrate real hard on what I wanted to say and then send it. It was
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neat. Foob hadn't been out in the sun much, as his skin was a pale
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green. I remember he had long fingers and when his hands were down to
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his side they almost touched his knees. But I really hadn't thought too
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much about Foob being a strange looking little boy. Just that he was my
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friend and was always there when I called for him to play. We would sit
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in my room playing with cars and dolls for hours upon end. Until of
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course mom or dad came into the room and he would just disappear. I
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asked him once why mom and dad couldn't see and talk with him and he
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told me cause they could never learn to use their minds to talk. Foob
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had strange eyes, the kind of eyes you could stare into and it looked
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like dark pools of water. They had great big centers and kinda yellow
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around the dark spots, sorta like a cat, a black cat with yellow eyes.
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Foob told me he was from, up there, pointing to the sky. That's where
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he lived. He told me of things that were to come and the changes that
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had to occur now, at this time, (when I was five) and that I really
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could help people. If I wanted to. Cause Foob had always been there for
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me, I told him I would. And the next night, when Foob came he told me
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he was going to take me in his spaceship and let me see it. Well I had
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never been in one before and I gladly accepted the offer, knowing that
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Foob would be with me. One minute he was holding my hand and the next
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minute we were inside of a white metallic room. The walls extended to
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the ceiling not in a straight manner but going inward at the top. I
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laughed at the funny shaped wall and he told me it was the inside of
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the ship. We walked down a long corridor into another room where a bed
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was. Foob helped me climb up on the bed and told me to lay perfect- ly
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still. It seems that I drifted off to sleep, and looking around the
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room, I saw several other Foobs, all having a wee bit of difference
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about them and dressed like doctors. Foob told me to lay on my stomach
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on the bed and I did as was directed. He told me I could watch if I
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wanted and I quickly said yes. I withdrew from the bed and stood next
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to Foob, looking at the bed. I saw on the bed a girl, older, much older
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probably in her teens or early 20's with long brown hair. Foob
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explained to me that was me in a few years after I grew up. I watched
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looking over the girl fascinated that it could possibly be me. But how
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could it be, I was here and I wasn't that old? Then the other foobs
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were going around the girl, looking at her, examining her, when this
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big round some- thing came out of the ceiling protruding downward
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toward the girl. It was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.
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Toward the bottom of the circular thing was a needle. The needle was
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positioned over the girl's neck and was slowing moving to enter the
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neck area.
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I woke in my bed the next morning, feeling pretty tired and when down
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stairs to get breakfast. After we ate breakfast, mom was combing my
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hair and noticed a rash on the back of my neck. "What have you been
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into?" she asked. "Nothing mom!" was my replied. She brought out this
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pink solution and rubbed it on my neck.
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UPDATE:
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I now know the solution as being Calamine lotion. I have never lost the
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rash on the back of my neck. At times when I concentrate on UFO related
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things the rash deepens to a darker red color and also takes on
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different shapes and sizes according to the intensity of the
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discussion. This has been verified and looked at by several connected
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with the UFO field.
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As far as the neck itself goes, I have been to two different
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chiropractors and BOTH have told me that my neck was TOTALLY inverted,
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the wrong way. Both have tried to straightened it out that only
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proceeding in giving me severe headaches. So nevertheless I've never
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let them complete the bone breaking process of my neck bones. The
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latest doctor, also, approximately 1989/90 told me the I must have had
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an accident when I was VERY young. Since I had already been told that
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one by the first doctor, I relayed to this one that my mother said I
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had "never" been in ANY accident of any kind, not even a bump or
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jarring that could have caused the damage. The last one told me that I
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had a deteriorating disk in my neck that meant that if I was in any
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kind of collision and hit from the rear I would "probably" be killed
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instantly and that was why his insistence on readjusting my neck. By
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the look of the Xray, it's possible that the area he refers to as a
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degenerating disk could possibly be something else. Could this be my
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implant? Who knows!
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