Whenever I have an abduction, as soon as I am awake in our 3D reality, I immediately write down or dictate what I can remember about the abduction. THEY have the ability to erase our memories of the abduction. I cannot tell you how many times I have woken up and immediately forgotten what happened. I just *know* an abduction happened. During my documentation, I document the date and time I wake up, my current age, and what the “event” was—i.e., Physical Abduction, Astral Abduction, clothing mishap, moved objects, etc.—and I give as much detail as possible of the event. A year ago, I documented an abduction that is still quite vivid in my memory to this day. This was my first *remembered* encounter with a different type of NHI. The entity was not the typical “Grey” we abductees encounter on a regular basis. This one was more. . . human-looking. Below, in Italics, is my abduction event with this NHI. This abduction had two events that I remembered at the time I woke up and documented, yet the following event is the second event and is the only one I distinctly remember.
“It was nighttime. I was walking down an alley in between houses. The fencing was made up of white composite wood, all neatly lined up in a row with driveways every few feet. The alley and driveways were made entirely of cement. They were clean with no trash. Every few hundred feet were streetlights casting a warm glow. I was with a man. The only features I remember were that he was around 6ft tall with a lean build. We apparently knew each other. I think he was also an abductee. He had a firm grip on my hand as we rounded the corner of a fence, hurriedly walking up a driveway and through an open gate. We managed to enter a garage from a side door in close proximity to the gate. There was a mailbox sitting on a post by the door we went through. Its door was open, and I kept trying to shut it. The latch on the mailbox door wouldn't engage for me to keep it closed so I could remove the key. It was imperative I close this mailbox and remove this key for some reason before THEY found us. The man had walked over to a workbench of some sort, searching for something to jam the garage side door so THEY couldn’t open it. I started to panic that I couldn't get this mailbox closed. I asked him for help. He said he couldn't because what he was doing was more important. I remember feeling "doomed" when he said no. About that time, the side door opened. I turned to see an entity walking into the doorframe. The man I was with ran over to the door. He began pushing the entity back. The entity had a rod or baton of some sort in his hand. This entity was approximately the same height as the man. He was human-looking with pale skin—either light gray or a light bluish tint. He was completely bald. His head was bigger than a human’s head. His eyes were black, almond shaped, and slanted slightly upwards on the outside. He was wearing a white jumpsuit that covered all his body except his head and hands. I couldn’t see his feet. While the man was pushing the entity back, I stepped back a little bit and watched, terrified that we had been found. While watching this scuffle, I looked into the entity's eyes. The entity looked back at me, staring at me intently for a few seconds. I immediately felt a calm wash over me. I looked down towards the ground and "checked out". Next thing I knew, I woke up in my bed without any covers. I get up and go to the bathroom. It was then that I became aware of my nausea, a parched mouth, a terrible headache, and face pain. I look in the mirror and see indentions on both sides of my face, more so on the left than the right. There's also a dark patch, almost square-like on each side. I think maybe I might have been laying on my left hand when I woke up, though, causing the markings.”
I distinctly remember being obsessed with this event. I was dumbfounded that an abduction didn’t involve a “Grey”. I searched for images on the internet to see if there were any matches to the entity I encountered. The closest one I found was this one below. The only differences are that the eyes extended a little further past the “brow” portion of the face and there was no nose to speak of. Otherwise, this is almost an identical match.
Another reason I was obsessed with this event was that where we were in this alley was nowhere near where I lived at the time. To this day, I still do not recognize anything in the alley or garage.
As I continue my research into The Abduction Phenomenon and review my documentation on a regular basis, I am of the opinion (at the time of writing this article) that we had “escaped” THEM somehow and were desperately trying to hide.
While the man and I didn’t appear to be harmed, the fact remains that he and I were both abducted out of our own homes in the dead of night without our consent. This is an absolute violation of our human rights. Abductions are taking place all over our planet on a regular basis, yet no one wants to talk about it.
My mission is to change that.
To Speak Their Voice.
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