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