Aliens are Demons from Hell

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Randy Terpstra


I am submitting this  file after  a great deal  of soul-searching. I have at no time  considered myself to  be any  different than anyone else. When the events that are recounted below occurred, I seriously considered seeking professional  help.  Instead, I turned within and performed my own private introspection.  I discovered that I can now approach these incidents and accept  them  as  factual  and  go from there.  I do not expect anyone to believe or  to  even actually read this file.  But, I feel that is necessary to at least "go-public" as part of the healing process.


I am at this writing 38 years old. I am divorced and have custody of my  two teenaged  sons.  I  am  ex-Navy  and  work  in  the computer communications field. I am an amateur  writer and investigative  correspondent for several publications. Most specifically, I write for Firefighters.

I am not one of "God's Green Berets"  in terms of religion. Nor am I involved  in  an New Age,  Wicca,  or any other "alternative" belief system. I like to consider myself  as just a "regular  guy".  At the time of the dreams, I had been separated from my wife and had just filed for divorce.  I was living at 130 Foothill Court in Morgan Hill CA. This is a bedroom community located 35  miles south of San Jose CA. I was deeply involved  in  research  on  a  book  that  I  was  writing on corelationships between the ZODIAC killings in  the Bay area  in the 70's and the Green River Killer of Seattle of the 80's. I relate all of this information in that I feel that it is necessary that  I "set the  stage"  of  exactly  what  was  going  on  in  my  life  and my preoccupations of the time.


In late May of 1989, I was poring over a large amount of data that I had recently received regarding the Green River  Killer. My research assistant,  Laura Xenos,  and I had spent  the  better  part  of the evening  cataloging  the new data  and  correlating  it  to existing information.  My youngest son, Danial, was staying with my sister in Seattle for the summer vacation and my oldest son  Mike was visiting a girlfriend in San Jose.  At about mid-night,  Laura and  I decided that we were both exhausted and decided to knock off for  the night. I convinced Laura not to drive all the way back to San  Jose and she went to sleep on the couch in  my den.  I retired to my  bedroom and went to sleep.  However,  like all good parents, I kinda had one eye open to insure that Mike made it home OK.



At precisely 3:15am I  awoke.  My bed was situated in  my bedroom in such a manner that when the bedroom door was open,  I could see down the hallway to my sons bedrooms. When I awoke, the hall light was on
and there was a person  standing in door  of my bedroom.  As you are probably aware,  when you awaken from a deep sleep,  it is difficult to focus on bright lights.

This being the case,  I shielded my eyes from the hall  light and in my best imitation  of a parent trying  to be hip I said  "  Yo dude, Isn't it a little late for you  to be getting in???".  The person(?) standing in the door said  in a calm and quiet voice  "Go  to sleep, You will  remember".  I recall  saying  something to  the  effect of "Yeah,  right" and I rolled over and went to sleep. At 5:00am I woke up,  sitting  up.  That is to say I became  aware that  I was  in my bedroom and that I was sitting up in bed.  I had no  recollection of sitting up, just that I was sitting there.

Being of a hopeless parental mind,  I stormed into my sons  room and woke him up to chew him out for getting  in at 3:00am.  Mike told me he had arrived at 12:30  and watched the end of the Carson  show and went to sleep.  My son has never lied to me and this would  not have been a circumstance that he would feel that he had to lie to protect himself (he's bigger than me). Confused, I went in and woke up Laura and asked her if  she had come  to  my room the previous  night.  She said that  she had been  asleep on the couch all night  and  had not risen until I woke her up.


I was duly troubled by the events  of the previous evening.  For the rest of the day I had a nagging feeling that there  was something in my mind that was just out of reach. It is like when you are supposed to do something for someone but just can't remember exactly  what it was. There was a guilty feeling that I couldn't identify.

Over the course of the day I dismissed the feelings and the thoughts that  had bothered  me that morning.  By the  end of the  day, I was ready  to  go  to  bed (the  first occurrence  happened  on a Friday night).  Mike had gone  off and was going to  spend the  night  at a friends house in San Jose and I was relishing the  thought of having the house empty and quiet to  myself.  I went to bed  at about 10:30 and drifted off to sleep. At this point I am not sure if both of the below described dreams  occurred  on  the same  night or  if one had occurred the night  before  and  had  emerged  when  the  second one materialized. I do know that these dreams were in vivid color. I can CLEARLY remember that point.  I usually do not remember  the details of my dreams. But, in this case the details are clear and the colors are extremely clean and concise.




I am in a large room.  It is not unlike the pictures I have  seen of the United  Nations General Assembly  Hall.  At one end is  a raised dais that has several people(?) seated at it. There is a lot of gold and silver in the clothing  that  the people around me  are wearing. The  floor is  a fine  pastel blue not quite robins  egg  but close. There is a heated argument taking place between a man  on  the floor and the people(?)  on the dais.  I cannot see his head or  face (the man on  the floor).  Where  his head  would be  is  a  helical light alternating  white and black (like a barbers  pole). 


it  is turning counter-clockwise.  That  is if you were  facing him,  the helix was turning from my right to left.  It had the appearance  of "screwing" down into his shoulders.  He is wearing a "toga"  that is iridescent blue/black and flashes when  he  moves his arms.  I  cannot  see his hands as the arms of the toga cover them.  I am suddenly  aware of a presence to  my  left.  I  cannot  see who it  is.  A quiet voice is talking to me.  I am being told that  the little man  in the silvery blue/black  robe  is   "Lucifer",   ambassador   from   the  Satanas Federation. He is declaring the rights of the Satanas to do what the please. The Council is advising him that the "experiments" must end.


If the  Satanas Federation does not obey  the "Doctrine"  then there will be war. At this point I remember  straining to  hear what the  voices. There were no voices. It was more a lot of high pitched whines and growls. It  sounded a lot like  a beginning violin  player  combined  with a beginning clarinet player.  When I asked what the "doctrine" was, my off-stage dis-embodied voice told me that it  was that  no one could interfere with another culture.

Fade to black.......

DREAM 2, The 21 


I am in a place without definition.  there is a  pinkish blur around me.  It can be  likened to  what a  movie-maker would use to  have a dream-sequence in a movie.  In front of me is  a group of  people. I count 21  people standing in a  "triangular"  or a delta grouping in front  of  me.  At the point or apex facing  me is a  smallish woman about 5  feet tall.  She has black hair (raven black) it is straight and  severely cut  straight and even with  her shoulders.  She has a pale white complexion. Her eyes are striking. They are crystal clear and  the  bluest  blue  that  I  have  ever  seen.  They  are almost luminescent. 


Her lips  are vivid red.  I am  sure that there  is no make-up on her face.  Around her are the other 20  people.  They are all dressed in pale blue robes bound at the waist with  a white rope or cord.  I cannot see their feet.  From my  left,  a voice tells me "This is  your  people"  "You are the protector".  I remember saying "Yeah,  right,  I am a protector,  I am overweight, wear glasses and can barely defend myself".  The voice didn't miss a beat,  "You will be changed". I can remember being both confused and curious. I asked the voice "  What am I supposed to do?, Who are these people?, Where are we to go? (I just knew we were going to go  somewhere)" The voice replied "You will meet them when  it is time, 


You will be the protector,  You will go over the river, past the mountain to the valley"

I was getting a little  agitated  at  this point.  "Am I supposed to lead these people like Moses or something?"  The voice answered that "She is the leader,  you are the protector". "to show that you are a protector, we are placing the mark of the protector on your vibronic (sic?)  aura to show others that you are a protector". At this point I  am suddenly holding a white ceramic molding  that  looks  kind of like a heart with one side gone.  Not a human heart mind  you, but a "romantic"   heart.  The  voice  says  "This  is  the  mark  of  the protector". "You will know from your memories when it is time to go"


Again I was confused "What memories?"  The voice then  told me about Bio-Chemical memories that are implanted in the DNA structure of the receiver and can be activated at will.  I didn't understand  what he was telling me and I really cant even begin to recount it but I knew that I didn't understand it and that try as  I might to  absorb what he was saying I couldn't grasp it all.  There was a great deal about Cerebrum synapses and the bio-chemical programming being superior to crystal implants.  I am not a doctor or a clinical type so it didn't mean a great deal to me.  I remember the dream most vividly, but the clinical details of this  portion of the  "conversation" remain just out of reach so to speak in my mind.

Fade to black.....




When  I awoke on  Sunday  Morning,  I was disturbed.  I had full and complete remembrance of these dreams at  this point.  Not only did I remember  each detail most  fully,  the dreams had been in  color. I could not ever remember  ever having a dream in  color.  The face of the black haired  woman was vivid in  my  mind.  I thought about the dreams all day.  I worked on my manuscript through most  of the day. When I went to bed Sunday evening,  I was still thinking  about her. That night I had the same dream(s) again. Now I don't know if it was induced by me re-living the experience in my mind of my own volition or if there was an outside influence. 


Regardless,  I had the dreams again.  I continued to  have  the dreams  for several nights.  I was getting paranoid and scared. By Friday, I was afraid to go to sleep. I had been  awake for about  36  hours.  At  this  time  I  had been "dating"  a woman who was active in the more esoteric aspects of new age. I was aware of her beliefs but we never talked about it. I told her that I was not going out Friday night  with her,  and I told her that  I was disturbed by  some  dreams  that I kept having.  At this point,  I  had told  NO-ONE  about these dreams.  I  was afraid that people would think that I had gone "around the bend".  Linda  convinced me to talk  to an acquaintance  of hers that  was a "channeler". I had no bloody idea what a "channeler" was or what the did.


I agreed to see  the channeler.  That night I visited  a woman named Amaya.  I was nervous  about  all  of  it  partially  because  I was exhausted and partially I didn't know  what to expect.  Amaya was an older woman.  she was smallish and very delicate looking.  She had a soft quiet voice and was extremely polite.  She offered me a  cup of herb tea and  told me to  relax.  I told her that I had  been having some dreams  that  were disturbing me  and that Linda  had said that maybe  she   could  help.   At  this  point  she   looked  extremely uncomfortable and asked if she could invite  another person  to join us.  I  didn't know what  to think.  I said sure,  no problem. I was uneasy though.  I didn't know if this was satanic or if  we going to cut a calf or what. 



In a few minutes a man named Roger came  to the house.  Amaya then explained that she had invited Roger over because while she was talking to  me she  was being overtaken by  a powerful force, more powerful than anything that she has ever encountered and she wanted Roger to be  there in case he  was needed.  Amaya told me that there was someone who wanted  to talk to  me most emphatically, she said that it was  as if her body  were being  wholly attacked by sandpaper.  She said all of her nerve endings were being stimulated. She looked frightened. 


Roger asked if she wanted to go through with it.  She said she didn't know.  At this point, I didn't know what to think.  I felt that I could be in the middle of a con job or a gypsy scam or whatever.  Again it is important for me to relate that I had still not told ANYONE about the content of  the dreams.  Roger got a tape recorder and set it up and told me  that I could  have a record of the events. 


I was becoming convinced that it was a con-job. Then the  most  incredible thing that I have  ever  witnessed took place. Amaya was sitting across the table from me in her kitchen,  the tape recorder was on the table between us.  Roger was sitting to my left. All of Amayas facial features began to change. I don't mean that she distorted her face, I mean they CHANGED!.


Her long thin face changed to a more round face,  her cheeks puffed out as if  she had suddenly gained 20 pounds. Her complexion darkened almost to that of a Latino or Arab.  Her eyes took on  a almond  shape and drew  back not quite into an oriental look. When she opened her eyes, they were no longer blue,  they were black!  That is there  was no color  just two black holes in the white.


When she spoke,  gone was the soft quiet voice.  What came out was a loud booming voice. It had a distinct accent that was kind of like a Jamaican but more Spanish. What follows is a direct transcript of the tape that was made:


You are indeed a protector. You were chosen many lifetimes ago You have been trained for this duty throughout your lifetimes You volunteered for this. You will be changed for this duty. You have been given memories  that  will be activated when  you need them. We  have  done  this  because  your  technical-analytical  mind will question these memories and you will not accept them. You can quit this duty whenever you decide. You have a free-will Your Vibronic (sic?) aura bears your mark (ROGER> "Let me see if I can detect it"


--Roger begins to run his hands around me not unlike a  mime doing a 'wall'   routine.



(ROGER> "There is something here"
It is as I have told you, you bear the mark of the protector.
(ROGER> "Here is what is there"
--Roger hands me a piece of paper that has a pencil  drawing that is
EXACTLY    the same as the white ceramic molding that I had  held in
the dream.
The girl is the leader. You are the protector.
The dreams are real.
You do not have to fear them.
They will end tonight.
There will be more dreams when you need them.
Do you wish to be a protector?
(ME> "Yes"
Do you have any questions?
(ME> "Yes, Many of them"
You may ask.
(ME> "Are there more than the people I saw?"
There are other groups.
Each 21 has its own protector.
This 21 is for you.
(ME> "The girl with the black hair is the leader?"
She is  the leader  but she does  not  lead  the  way  that  you are
She will be an example for the others.
They will follow out of their own free-will.
(ME> "How do I find them?"
When it is time, They will find you.
They will know you by your mark.
You will know them by the mark.
(ME> "What mark do they have?"
When it is time, you will know.
(ME> "Why is this happening now?"
You are being awakened to allow time for you to be prepared  for the

Other protectors are being awakened now to prepare them.
The time is approaching for you to begin your duty.
When the world declares war on the South, it is time.
(ME> "What does that mean?"
You will understand in time.
(ME> "Who are they?"
They are the minds and the experiences of your race.
(ME> "What about my family?"
There will be more than just the 21.
You will have many people in your care.
The 21 are the core.
You are the protector.
(ME> "Does that mean that my family, my sons, will be with me?"
(ME> "Are you from the future?"
The future is like a river.
It goes in a direction.
There is no way of telling if there are eddies and backcurrents.
If you place a piece of wood in  the water and track  its movements,
then place a second piece of wood in the same spot in the water, the
current will  never take  the same  route.  To ask if I am  from the
it be said that I am from A future.
(ME> "When you say that I was trained many lifetimes ago what do you
You were a warrior.
You fought many battles.
You died many times.
You volunteered when you were what you call a Comanchero.
(ME> "What is that?"
Your people call them Indians.
They were the last pure spirits of your race.
We spoke to them.
We were what they called the Bird Tribes.
--There is a period of quiet
Do you have any other questions?
(ME> "I know there are but I can't think of any."
There is a malevolence, an evil as your race perceives it.
It is dominating your plane.
We cannot interfere.
You must defend yourselves.
We go now


The tape was made during the session.  This has been validated by  three separate persons.


Amaya at this point seemed to deflate.  Her face changed back to its original configuration. She was panting and covered with sweat. I was both relieved and quite scared. I didn't know what to think. After she had recovered,  Amaya asked if  she  could  listen  to the tape.  I asked her if  she didn't  remember what was said.  She said that she had been in a "pink place"  while we had spoken.  She asked me the name of who I had talked to.  I had not asked.  She said that  she didn't  know who it was wither,  but,  she said that  it was the most powerful  experience that she had ever  had.  I asked her  if I owed her anything.  She said that she usually asked  for  $75.00 for the services.  (This immediately fortified my belief that this was a scam) She said that she couldn't accept anything this time. 


I tried to force the money on  her.  (I  think that I  was trying to justify my own beliefs that this  was a scam).  As I  was leaving, I left $50.00  in a candy dish by  her door.  I felt better  for it. I went out to my car and took off for home.  I got about  3 miles from home and reached into my shirt pocket for my gas credit card, I came out with the 2 twenties and the ten that I "thought" that I had left in the candy dish. (Scary thoughts went through my head).

That night I slept the sleep of the wicked. I had no dreams and woke up Saturday morning feeling refreshed and better than I have felt in years.


There were  no  dreams  for several months.  My son Mike  helped his girlfriends  family  to move up  to Spokane in Washington  state and decided to  spend the summer  up  there.  Laura and  I  continued to research my book material and my relationship with Linda  wilted and faded away.  I was planning to take my  vacation and  take a camping trip up  to  Spokane and pick  up  my  son Mike,  and  swing over to Seattle see my son Danial (he had asked if he could go  to school in Seattle).  Laura was going to tag along to keep me company (strictly a platonic  relationship).  During  the course  of the  trip, We had stopped for the night at a  campground just outside of  The Dalles in Oregon.


I had hooked up my trailer and was  making a campfire.  I stoked the fire and was watching it. I became aware of Laura asking me if I was OK.  I  remember  looking at  my watch  and seeing that it  was only 7:00pm saying that was ok and  that I was  going to sit  by the fire for a while.  Then Laura seemed to be shaking me asking me  if I was ok.  I said that I had "just told her that I was fine" She said that that had been almost 5  hours ago. I looked at the fire. It had gone out and was cinders. I was perplexed. I had just been looking at it.


Hell,  I had just started it.  I looked at my watch. it said that it was  about 7:15pm.  Laura showed me her  watch.  It said that it was well past midnight.  My watch was running and didn't  appear to have any damage. I was a bit confused. I was very tired. We went into the trailer and I went to bed. That night I had another dream.



I was in the air.  Flying I guess.  I was looking down on an area of trees  and green grass.  There was a river that  snaked  through the area.  There  was a community of  houses  nestled in a  crook in the river.  Amongst the houses was a small white  clapboard  building. I swooped down,  circling the white building. As I approached a ground level,  I could see the steeple.  It was a church.  It resembled the caricature  of  the  country  church.  I  circled  the  building and suddenly I was standing in the grass behind  the building.  It was a warm evening.  The sky was just darkening.  I could smell  the newly mown lawn as I approached the rear of the building. There was a door standing open.  I went into the building.  I seemed to  have entered the  church  from  behind the pulpit. 


Standing at the pulpit  was a rather  overweight  man that  was emphatically  trying  to make some point.  I  couldn't  hear  what was  being said.  There was the same screeching  that  had been  present when  I had  been  in the council chambers in  the other dreams.  I looked at  the congregation. There were looks of shock and disbelief on their faces.  Sitting among the congregation,  there were several people(?)  that had the same helix in  place of their  head.  When I saw them I  suddenly felt enraged. Each of them rose and quickly left the building.  I rushed out after them.  When I got outside, they were gone. The Voice was suddenly in
my ear  (off  to  the  left  again),  "They  are  everywhere"  I was informed.  "They discredit those who suspect the truth" I turned and went back  into  the church.  The  overweight  man was still  at the pulpit,  the  congregation  still in  shock.  It  was as  if my dash through the church had not even been noticed. I was confused.

fade to black.....



The remainder of the trip was uneventful. We went to Spokane, picked up Mike  and went  to  Seattle.  My  son Danial was  staying with my sister. When we all descended upon my sisters house, it was a little crowded.  I  opted to  sleep  on  a  rollaway  bed  in  the rec-room (converted garage). The first night there, I decided to walk down to the local 7-11  about three blocks away  for some milk.  You can see the store from  my  sisters front door.  I  had what  I felt  was an  uneventful walk to the store,  I bought the milk and  returned home. When I  walked in the door,  my sister  jumped up off the  couch and demanded to know where I had been.  My sons came rushing out  of the bedrooms and before I knew it there was everyone asking me  if I was ok. 


I continued to tell them that I had just  went to the  store. I was then  told that I had been  gone  for several hours and  that my sister had called  the police  and listed  me  as  missing. The 7-11 clerk had told the police that I had been there and bought  the milk and had left.  When I checked the  milk that I had purchased, it was still cold,  as if  it had just been  removed from  the cooler. That night I had another dream.



I was standing on a hill. There were evergreen trees all about me. I was at the edge of a clearing that went down  one side  of the hill. The clearing was green and grassy.  Sitting at the foot  of the hill was a building.  It was a stone (granite?) building that had columns in the front not unlike  the Lincoln Memorial  in  Washington  DC. I have  no  remembrance of  coming  down  the hill  but I  am suddenly standing in front of the building. I go into the building and in the anteroom  there are trappings (tapestries)  on  the walls. 


They are black and there are gold foil ideograms (characters)  on them. It is reminiscent of oriental writing but with a more Aztec look to it. (I don't know why I thought that it was Aztec, I wouldn't know Aztec if it bit me)  I pass through the anteroom and enter a room  that has a "tank"  in it.  When I say tank, I mean that it was like there was a pool with the sides made of glass.  You could see into  the tank and the liquid hat was in the tank was a pale blue in color.  It was not unlike blue milk  in consistency.  As I enter the room  I can  see a woman in the liquid at one end of the  tank.


The tank appears to be about 6  feet wide,  8-10 feet long and about 2 feet deep. The woman is middle aged (40's ?),  short blonde hair.  She has a "sprinkling" of  freckles  on  her face  and chest (she  is  nude)  She gives the appearance of  being  very  complacent  and  pleased.  Her  eyes are closed.  She bears a  striking resemblance to Barbara  Bel-Gedes (of Dallas fame)  but younger.  She is sitting in the blue liquid  up to
her chest.  I can see her breasts .  The Voice is there with  me. He tells me that she is part of the "breeding stock".  There  is motion at  the other end of  the tank.  I  turn  and I  can  see  a "child" suspended (seemingly)  just off the surface of the liquid.


The child is about 8-10  years old.  He seems to "float" towards the woman. As he passes in front of me I can see his penis.  It  is  long and thin and I am reminded of a knife blade. As he approaches, she raises her
legs and he mounts her and they copulate. The Voice tells me that he (the  child)  is  one of  her offspring and  that  this  breeding is necessary to "strengthen the strain".  The Voice tells me  that once impregnated,  she will  be  kept in the liquid  as it is  a "stasis" solution that  accelerates fetal growth.  In  the  third  month, the fetus will be removed and she will  once  again be  impregnated. The fetus  is  placed in another "growth"  tank and  the stasis solution will allow for rapid development. When the fetus(?) has developed to what can be  likened to a  8-10  year physical development, they are "born"  out of  the stasis  solution.  At this point  their brain is empty. there is no personality development no maternal bond.


Call it  what you like.  They (the fetus)  is like a PC sitting there with no programming other  than the DOS.  the body functions are  there, but they  have  no  drive,  no  purpose.  The Voice tells me  that these humans(?)  are the Drones.  They are just slaves to perform tasks at the discretion  of the malevolence.(Note-the  Voice never identified the others as  anything more than  the Satanas or  the malevolence). When I ask if the woman is there of her own will, The Voice tells me that she is  one that  had been  "taken"  and there are hundreds and hundreds of others  that have been  "taken"  for breeding stock.


The Voice told me that occasionally the malevolence  enhanced the strain by  introducing an "outside fetus".  These are  usually removed from the maternal unit (his words not mine)  between the  third and sixth month of gestation. They are then placed in the stasis and developed and introduced as breeders.

Fade to Black....



I can remember awakening and feeling quite confused and disturbed by what I had seen.  The day was totally uneventful, that next night, I had the same  dream.  This  time  when  I entered the "temple"  I am slightly off to one side of the tank.  There is a different woman in the tank.  This time it is a younger woman very slight of build with long red hair  that  hung  down  and was in  the blue  liquid. I was struck  by  the length of her hair.  The  scene was the same  as the previous night,  except  that in this  position I  now saw something that  I didn't see  the previous visit.  This time I  could see that standing in  the liquid,  wearing a  "robe"  that was the exact same color as the  liquid there were small people(?).  There were  one on each side of the woman.  They were holding her at  her shoulders and legs.  As the "child approached,  I could now see that  he was being
held by two of the same  beings(?). 


The Voice informed  me that the breeding   temples  were   run  by  Drones.   The  malevolence  only occasionally visited or showed up.  I felt the rage  building inside of  me again similar  to that which I had experienced  at  the small white church.

Fade to black......



I returned to my home  in Morgan Hill.  There was  no unusual events for several weeks. Then one night the last dream occurred.

I am in the middle of a pitched battle.  I appear to be in  a bombed out  building or structure of  some kind.  I am with a  small blonde man.  He has bright blue  eyes.  He is handing me a  silver metallic cylinder about two feet long and about 5-6 inches in diameter. It is heavy.  At one end there is a red lens like a magnifying  glass. The other end is sealed and is silver and metallic. On the side of it is a small hole that goes into the cylinder  at an angle.  He hands the cylinder to me.  He then shows me how to hold  it.  My thumb goes in the hole and my fingers wrap around the cylinder.


I hold it under my arm against my side like a football. My left hand supports the cylinder  under the front near  the  lens.  He explains that it is an ionic projector.  It is a weapon  that is used  in the war.  He tells me that it is used  to disrupt the  nervous system of  the enemy.  All about us there are explosions and flashes  of light. He turns and picks up  another cylinder  and  pokes  out  through an opening in  the wall  there is a  hum as the  cylinder projects what looks  like red  light.  It is not like a  laser,  it is more like a searchlight.  I see the "enemy". It is a lizard like creature.


It is about 8 to 10 feet tall. Very thin and bony. It is moving slowly and deliberately.  I  point my  "weapon".  I don't know how to  fire it. "Push  with  your  thumb"  the blonde says.  I do so.  The red light flashes on my target.  It crumples to the ground.  I can now see its weapon.  It  looks like  a Viking  sword about  4  feet  long. There appears to be a handle  at right  angles to the blade  about halfway down the blade.  There is an enormous  flash of bright  blue light. I turn to look at the blonde  man. 


There is just a pile  of black ash where he had been.  Suddenly The Voice is there. He is telling me to go..  I don't know where to go.  I am confused. I am angry. Where is the blonde man? I am suddenly in a pink place not unlike that of DREAM 2. there is a silver metal table in front  of me.  Laying on the table is  a small figure.



It has a large  head and enormous almond  shaped eyes.  There are no ears and two holes where a nose should be. The mouth has no lips. it is slightly open forming a oval in the  lower part of the  head. The neck is  extremely thin  and does  not look  like it would  have the strength to support the massive head.  The Voice is telling  me that this is the enemy that I will have to fight(?). 


He tells me to turn it over. I reach out and push the body onto its side. It is cold and rather damp. It feels like a lizard, leathery and soft. I am looking at the back of the head. There is a hole (oblong) at the base of the
neck where it meets the head.  The Voice tells me that the creatures have two brains.  Anterior and Posterior. (I have since learned that this  means   front  and  rear),   The  creatures use the brains simultaneously. Because of this, it is almost impossible to kill the creatures. 


If shot,  unless shot in both the front and  rear of the head, the creature continues to live. One of the brains is dead, but the  other continues to  carry on.  If one of  the brains  dies, the "power" is now diminished but not terminated. I asked The Voice what the  "power"  was.  He told  me  that these creatures  (I have since learned that  these are what  are called  GREYS)  have  a telepathic capability.  this is limited however.  They have to be very close to you to  telepathically link.  They have learned to  overcome this by implanting a "crystal"  on the optic nerve of humans (its  about 2-4 microns in  diameter).  This crystal is "tuned"  to the frequency of the "intruder".  It seems that each of the GREYS has a unique mental frequency that allows mental  privacy.  If they want to communicate,


They "switch"  to a mental frequency that is for  communicating. The "hosts"  (humans)  are not  on that frequency.  The crystal implants allow  the "intruders"  to attach  to  the mental  processes  of the "host".  For  the PC  literate in the reading audience,  it  is like using a PC Anywhere or Carbon Copy software. The remote suddenly has full and complete control over the host. 


The Voice informed me that there are many "controllers"  among the GREYS. Each "controller" has 20  to 30  "hosts"  that he maintains. The crystal also enhances the range of the telepathic "power". While without the crystal, there is a certain amount of telepathic communicative ability at an extremely limited distance,  the crystal allows for the "control"  of the host from  a distance  that  can be several  miles away.  Thus a "pod" of
GREYS can summon up an army of 100  to 200 humans and direct them to do  what  ever  they want.  (The Voice told me  that the malevolence (GREYS) operate in groups they call "PODS" of 8 to 10 with one being
the leader).  Killing off the human "hosts"  does little to diminish the threat.  The "controller"  has to be taken out. This is what The Voice was trying to show me.



The Voice told me that there have  been many cases of  a malevolence being shot by a human.  But,  because of the bony plate that divided the brain cavities,  the posterior brain continued to function. This bony plate is what  we would  call bullet-proof.   In many cases the human was given the impression that the  shot had no effect.  A shot to the body had little to no effect. The Voice told me that when "in the  field"  the malevolence wore  a suit  that  was  made  up  of a material that had a molecular density 100  times  what  is common on our  planet. 


A bullet would not penetrate the  material.  The Voice told me that other then shooting them in the head frontal  and rear, The only other approach  was a penetration at  the rear  of the head where the neck  meets the  head.  A  straight penetration for  3 to 5 inches will sever the cerebral cortex.  It seems that the two brains communicate with each other via a "wire"  (nerve bundle) that passes through  the bony plate.  The Voice stated that  a knife blade  or a gunshot (dicey but possible)  would immediately "kill"  it if it was hit in this area. 


I asked how this  one had been  killed. The Voice told me that he had been  killed "in the  war"  and was here to show "protectors" what to do. I told The Voice that I didn't think that I could kill  anything.  The  Voice said  that I would when it was necessary. For the first time, I asked The Voice who he was. He told me that he was a "teacher" and could not tell me any more than that. I felt satisfied with that answer (although I don't know why). I was warm all over.

Fade to black....


That was the last dream that I have had to date. Several things have occurred that  are  almost  miraculous  in  nature  from  that time. Without apparent effort,  I have lost about 65 lbs. I received a job offer that relocated me from CA to WA.  Much in my life  has settled and I am content.

I have related the events listed above as  part of something  that I feel the need to do. I really don't care if you believe me or not. I am not a prophet of  doom  or,  like some others,  trying to line my pockets by pretending to be some kind of authority.  I am just a guy that seems to have been thrust into an unusual  circumstance. Ignore it?  no chance. I am sure that I have had these dreams. Whether they reflect reality or not remains to  be  seen.  At this point I merely know what I know.  I  have come to  accept what has occurred  and am continuing my life.  I refuse to go to the mat and  try  to convince anyone that what has occurred is real.  If you chose  to not believe it,  so be it. 


If you choose to believe that what I have related is true, so be it. I know that it occurred. Since that time I have done a  lot of  reading and learning  about  the  UFO  community  and the promoters and the nay-sayers.  I am certain that I will be de-bunked and called a phony and all the rest.  Confidentially, I don't give a ragged rats ass. I know what I know.

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