Craig wrote:Hi-
The past few weeks have been quite shocking to me, because I've experienced the surfacing of a few UFO memories that have occurred within the last three to four years. I quite literally mean "surfacing" because the thing I was most stunned about was that, it seems like I surpressed these incidents! I was always the one who thought when reading UFO literature, "Oh, that will never happen to me..." which suggests it is fully or partly an involuntary process of suppression.
Yes, very interesting phenomenon indeed.....I was a HUGE Ufo buff as a kid myself - began heavily researching the topic at the ripe old age of 9
but as far as I was concerned, these things happened to other people...not me. It never even occured to me to think it was, or would, ever happen to me, although I used to wish for it all the time, and eagerly searched the skies for UFOs. Point being, kids (and adults) don't just heavily research this material for no good reason I think. If somebody is heavily into this subject, chances are, they've had stuff happen, but they just don't remember it consciously.
All of your incidents were interesting to read. Here's a few comments on a couple of things:
Craig wrote:The third incident is most worrying to me because I cannot say for definite whether it actually happened because it is extremely hazy in my memory. I simply recall a dark-green cubic craft flying low over my house. It had panelling and logos, and I think it made a whirring sound as if being propelled by air. But this "memory" is just like a photograph in my mind, and it's like I cannot "penetrate" it and say whether it was a dream, reality, or reality in a dream-like state?
Yup, it probably is what you think it is...a UFO memory. Just reading the way you described the entire thing, and the feeling of the memory itself sounds like a suppressed memory coming to light.
Craig wrote:The fourth incident involved waking up early one morning (6.30am) and hearing a loud buzzing sound in my bedroom, as if five large bumble-bees were swarming around. Unusually, the lamp on my desk was switched on, which I noted as odd, but then I drifted off to sleep again and it sounded like the buzzing faded.
Again, very interesting. It sounds like you woke possibly right as an abduction was starting, or maybe this was when you were "coming back" ? The dream that followed is no ordinary dream either. Could be a screen memory, or just your mind's way of processing whatever had happened during the abduction.
Craig wrote:The fifth strange incident involved a helicopter circling my house. It was hovering for a while, and then again, I felt compelled to go downstairs and I was crouched under the window in the lounge watching the news on television. I then heard it pass directly overhead, and I could see it flying away. But then, it made a sharp turn and was heading back. I was looking up through the window, and for a split second I was almost blinded by the spotlight (this was in the daytime) and in an instant the thought "They've got you..." came into my mind. The helicopter, which had been circling for the past fifteen minutes, then flew away!
Oooh, the helis.......gotta love 'em!
I've had several real life incidents with the black helicopters; they've also appeared in my dreams. The dreams with helis are always unusual in nature. So for me, helicopters in my dreams are VERY significant, and I take them to be indicators of abductions and / or "woo woo" stuff in general happening or being in the vicinity. Some people might think that's weird, but any dream I've had with helicopters are always "unusual" in nature, so that's why I believe this.
Craig wrote:Most of these strange incidents have all surfaced in the past two weeks and I hadn't written them down once! I used to be very much into ufology and case studies/accounts, which makes this unusual behaviour from me.
Yup, their mode of operation.
Probably achieved through hypnotic programming commands. They program us to not remember, but that's not foolproof - so in the event that we remember things, which will happen, we're programmed to not act on it. Just immediately forget again. Don't write it down. Don't pay any attention to it. It's not important. Don't bother with it. Just forget. It's not important. You won't write it down. You won't pay attention to it.......
You see?
I keep a log book to document my weird happenings, and I've encountered resistance to it. I went through a stage where I was blocking out my ear ringings as soon as I had them. Within seconds after having one I'd just forget it even happened. ! Once I realized this was happening, I fought back and made sure to go back to logging each and every one. Then I had programming to get me to not log anything at all in general. So stuff would happen and my response was a dazed nonchalance. Til I realized, and again, fought back. I still have this programming, I haven't conquered it by any means. My log book has pretty much gone to the wayside, and I don't even care. Programming is a very very strong thing. But, it can be beat. It's all about willpower.
Craig wrote:The only one I think about regularly is the latter with the helicopter, because we still get many hovering around the house. I have a few video files too.
That would be cool. If it wouldn't be any trouble, I'd love to see these. I'm sure others would too! I lack pictures of my black helicopter incidents, because again.........TONS of programming to get me to not document them. I always have a camera loaded with film, but during the two worst black heli incidents I had I felt like the wind was totally taken out of my sails in terms of documenting it. That's the only way to describe how programming "feels." It feels like your will just deflates. Wind, out of the sails. You just stand there, blank, NO will to take pictures, or record it in some way.
Craig wrote:I also have a hard, spherical lump on the external bit of my ear which seemed to appear within a matter of days and I was surprised to notice it. On a few occasions, I have had a high pitched ringing on that side. There also appears to be a scar on the back. I'll put an image up if anybody would like to see.
Cool, if it's not a problem, post them.
Craig wrote:Add all of this to also living with a very active poltergeist for five years as a child; ALWAYS being extremely security conscious and worried about intruders (even as a toddler) - I was scared of Santa Claus for pete's sake (lol);
Funny you mention that.....only yesterday I was thinking back on me as a child, (ages 3, 4, 5 years old) and I realized I was a REALLY skittish kid. I was afraid of everything. Seriously, I had all these phobias, every little thing scared me -sirens, loud noises, the dark, heights, bugs, thunderstorms, I mean, everything. I was even terrified of my BED POSTS. To me, they looked like beings with round bald heads, and it scared the crap out of me. To the point where if I'd stare at them too long I'd get freaked out and start screaming and my parents would have to come to my room. I was really weird like that. Sirens would send me into an absolute screaming fit, just full on panic, bugs and heights would leave me completely paralyzed, that's how intense the fear was. I had an incident one night when I was about 5 where there was a (black and white) image of "butterflies" projected onto my bedroom wall and I just went beserk. More terrified panic and screaming and crying. And I also developed a nail and cuticle biting habit.......at 5 years old. I'd chew up my fingers and bite the nails down to the quick. At 5!
In retrospect, I don't think the level of fear and skittishness and neurotic anxiety is normal. Which is my point. I had no real reason to be that scared of things. The homelife was good, everything was calm, I was well taken care of. But something was majorly wrong in a big way, which is evidenced not only by my extreme fear, but by the many weird and random incidents that happened to me at that time, some of which I've already talked about on the forum. So kids that are overly skittish and fearful may very well have abductions and such going on I think. It's definitely one possible indicator of it.
Thanks for sharing your experiences!
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy shit ... what a ride!" - Anonymous
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