Submission for @extraterrestrialconfessions
I must have been 2-4 years old, as my little brother who was born when I was 5 was not with us at the time. I don’t recall my mother getting out of the bed at night for a crying child, so I was quite young when these experiences began. I slept with my parents still in their water bed. (Yeah, it was that long ago! 😂) I always slept in the middle between them and one night, I found myself suddenly awakened with no tangible reason for why I had woken up.
The room was always dark, save for a bit of light coming through the hexagonal window in their bathroom. My eyes adjusted to the lack of light and I saw 3 small beings positioned around the bed. One stood in line with me in the middle and the other two took up posts next to each respective parent. The two who stood next to my parents would sometimes switch by running swiftly around the edges of the bed. Why they would do this I never figured out, but the one who stood at the middle never moved, always facing me.
I was a small child, so naturally I was horrified. I could make out no features of these beings; It was so dark in the room that they looked like shadows, though I could tell that their heads were large, bodies spindly and they were incredibly short. I dubbed them “The Munchkins”. They never did anything particularly…menacing but my horror would rise so significantly that I would fight through the very real paralysis of fear (or their making?) in order to throw the covers over my head.
Something that I noticed years later as I thought back on these experiences, it was strange to me how despite how scared I was, as soon as I went under the covers, I would fall back asleep nearly instantaneously. I never recall cowering under the blankets for long even if it had just been an eternity where I was seeing the beings feeling paralyzed. Through my research in the next decades, I realized that they must have been causing me to black out at this point as I am convinced I have been taken, multiple times.
This doesn’t describe one singular experience, but a multitude that happened between ages 2-4. Always exactly the same way. I wake up and see them. Three, always three. Always in their respective positions. Always so terrified into paralysis until I could get underneath the covers. Black out. Wake the following morning as if nothing had occurred.
It was around this time that I also found myself terrified of aliens. E.T. was the scariest thing to me on the entire planet. My mother would say, “But he’s a nice alien!” At the time, to me, that didn’t matter. Something in me recognized something in him and I didn’t like it. At all. I had nightmares of aliens and could not sleep unless I put my head under my covers. I had night terrors and feared the dark and my closet. All of which are incredibly normal for children my age. What made no sense is that I didn’t know if The Munchkins were aliens at the time, yet naturally developed a fear and fascination with anything alien.
Fascination is a bit of understatement. I became full-blown obsessed and carry that with me to this day. Every book my school and local libraries had about aliens & UFOs, I checked out and read cover to cover. This was strange for my family. It was never discussed and was more of an unspoken thing we were all aware of. They liked NASCAR and sports and I was on a completely different wavelength. I researched tirelessly every single thing about aliens, abductions and UFOs. The obsession came so suddenly and without any prompting. Or so I thought at the time, remember, to me, The Munchkins were just these weird fucked up things that scared me at night. It had never occurred to me that they were extraterrestrials until years down the line.
I read books by the likes of John E. Mack and David M. Jacobs. I read Fire in the Sky by Travis Walton. Anything relating to aliens and the culture now surrounding them, I absorbed wholeheartedly. And don’t get me wrong, I was still scared to death. But something inside of me NEEDED to know and through my research, I put together the dots. Night visitations…short, spindly beings with large heads…paralysis and fear so intense that resulted in complete black outs and memory wipes…Somewhere in my young adulthood I had accepted the fact that I was an alien abductee. And I had more instances that proved it.
While it may sound strange to some, this next segment now makes complete sense to me. I had another night visitation exactly as described before. But, this time, I had gone to sleep with some toys I liked a lot at the time. A flashing pacifier necklace (I had gotten it from the skating rink) and a rubber/gooey dolphin. The pacifier was around my neck and the dolphin clutched close. I went through the same motions and hid myself beneath the blankets and blacked out. I awoke the next morning and couldn’t find my toys. No matter, said mom, they probably just fell in the crooks of the bed and made their way behind it. I went about my childhood business and forgot about them.
That bed was never moved or taken apart until the day we moved out of the home, around 2004 when I was much older. As I assisted in the removal of the bed and the entire bedroom, I remembered those toys. Oh, well, when we move the bed or lift the mattress, they’ll be under there, I thought. If not under there, somewhere in the room as I knew for a fact that was the last place they were. Needless to say, we removed everything and I never found them. I honestly believe that those toys were given to and kept by hybrid children. They removed me from the room that night and while I returned, my items hadn’t. For years, I wondered what the hell aliens would want with the insignificant objects of an Earth child? Learning more about the hybrid children and the care they needed, it made complete sense to me.
Entering into young adulthood, I had more experiences but none quite as dramatic as the ones when I was much younger. Except for one that still sits at the forefront of my mind. At the time, I assumed it was a dream or a bad sleep paralysis incident, even with all I knew about aliens and abductions. I was sleeping with my face to the closet doors of my new room in our new home. That night, I was alone in the bed, but in my “dream”, I had a friend sleeping over. Everything i was seeing seemed normal enough except for the fact I could see myself lying in the bed next to my friend.
Looking past her, I could see that my window was open with my curtains pulled back which was normal when she stayed over since it was usually summer and my dad kept the house hotter than hell. It was almost like an out-of-body experience of a different time. My eyes focused on the window where there were some bushes lining the ground outside it. I’m guessing the bushes stood around 2-3 feet high. Popped up over the bushes came the head of something I can only describe as a grey alien. By this time, I was highly conditioned to the idea of what a grey looked like. But this guy didn’t look like what I had always imagined.
More realistic. The skin tone was more brownish than I would have imagined. The mouth was certainly a slit but it almost grimaced. The eyes were large and foreboding, wrapping much more dramatically towards the sides of the head than I had pictured. He just looked REAL and he was scarier than I had ever imagined. As we gazed at each other, I could tell that he could see me. Not the me that was laying in the bed next to my friend sleeping, but he could see the consciousness that was me in that moment. The consciousness that wasn’t actually supposed to be there…
I believe this was an experience of a memory. An OBE in which my consciousness went deeply into itself and finally recovered a point in which I could actually SEE the being. Prior to this, they were shadowed, possibly screened or somehow wiped from memory. In reality, I was not with my friend that night. Everything I could see within it suggested a time earlier than where I found myself. The strangest thing about the whole thing for me is how that being could see me. I was nothing but disembodied consciousness, proven by witnessing myself in the bed, and the perspective that I was looking into something that had already happened. Yet, he was aware of me, outside of space and time. If that doesn’t send chills down your spine, I’m not sure what will…
I could go on and on about this forever and what I think about the beings known as the Greys, but I’ll try to cut it short. In the years since, I’ve discovered that I am a Starseed and am intrinsically tied with the cosmos and the E.T.s and am now aware of different races of beings. I am connected with the Sirians, Arcturians and Lyrans (from Vega, specifically) and I believe they now protect me from the Greys. Through all my research, I have heard very differing views in regards to the Greys. Some people find them to be positive while others do not. I no longer fear them so much as I just do not wish to be involved with them. If I was to be approached by a Grey again and could tell from their energy that they were okay to be around, that might be okay. But from my perspective, I feel that they have a covert agenda that may be easily masked and hidden, even within their positive experiences with others.
Despite all of that, I still have the fascination. They have extraordinary abilities and can perceive things outside of time and space. They take great advantage of the humans dream state and seem to be functioning outside of time and space themselves. Their interest in our reproductive abilities is bizarre, but not unexpected. I question their motives with the hybrid children.
I do not ever plan to undergo hypnotic regression to uncover anything more about my abductions. Some things I just simply do not wish to experience. If the memories organically resurface, then I will deal with that then, but I don’t want to go digging my nose into something I know I can’t handle. Sometimes my thoughts go to wondering if I have hybrid children out there somewhere and it’s something that is very hard for me to think about. I can only hope that if I do, that they are here for some larger purpose…
I also have other experiences I can share at a later date and can also include experiences within my family and friend group that tie into all of this as well. For now, this is my story!
– Astra, starseedrising
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