This one is an example of how aliens are methodically administering their inflictions and distractions from within human structures …sometimes with human help:
In 1982, my two brothers closest in age and I ( I was 11) attended an evening of plays at the Burnie Civic Centre in NW Tasmania, hosted by the Country Women’s Association.
Of course, sneaking off into the rest of the complex was obligatory, being empty and a warren to explore for adventurous lil scamps. :)
We crept about, seeking the source for a much bandied about tale of a ghost that enjoyed harassing actors & staff.
I lifted my consciousness a bit, sensed 2 human spirits lingering but too insubstantial and withdrawn to be so active as in descriptions.
At an upper balcony in an empty theatre we called out for the ghost, which had been given a name - lol, turns out it was a built up elementary started off by some demonstrably careless people.
In its form aside from human spirit influence, it drew itself together up from later human energetic imprints on curtains, carpets, dressing rooms, etc. So looked kinda like a heap of folded carpets with head area and appendages, sorta.
We paint our world with our Light, elementaries are pretty much focused egregores, but some are fashioned by those with the wit to do so.
Pretty disappointing at that time, I said nought about the clothy chap - very rarely talking overmuch of wyrd details with anyone, usually only the kid’s game that might surround something of that nature.
I declared looking for a ghost was dumb (as a call to move on and remove our investment in that folly), that I couldn't feel anything anyway. In saying this I reached out my scans, now including underneath us as well
…detected a gaggle of oddbods secret and hidden in the lowest part of the building (also a lil darksome). In touching upon it, I had some insight from that morning about what it was, but kept my earthly self unaware, to let the encounter unfold naturally.
We'd rummaged about looking upstairs... now was for us to search low.
“Follow me, there is something going on underneath!!”
So, we giddily ran about some more, then entered the southern stairwell, racing like maniacs down to the very bottom and a door.
I turned and made the "shh" motion, declaring from headspace of young boy:
"In there are secret agents spying on the audience we should be in!"
(gah, close, but no plum kid)
I tested the door handle, it was unlocked!
Looking back to brothers with a daring grin, I suddenly opened door and thrust my head through the gap, pulling door in a lil at neck to minimize being noticed.
The room had 40 or so of a specific type of hybrid sitting in rows at desks/stations, and an authoritative woman in her mid-30's standing in front as a coordinator of sorts (she looked entirely normal, except she felt like a zoo handler rather than a facilitator).
The otherwise empty space was full of desk/consoles at which each hybrid was sat.
They were connected to devices as large as a toaster but tailored to plop onto a surface, on each table top from a black matte metallic looking partial face mask (only obscuring lower part of face, a bit reminiscent of fighter pilot masks) with 3 black ribbed tubes to the contraptions/"computers" before each of them (also made of the same material).
Whispers and loaded breaths were conveyed from them through the tubes unto the subjects they were assigned to torment/ meddle with.
Those devices were in stark contrast to the desks which weren’t too dissimilar to stuff we had at school, something that stuck out at the time.
It could have been seen as a call centre, except it was most definitely not.
I saw what the nearest boofhead was looking at: sickly green electrical business amongst burbling clouds in various other shades of green on convex bubble-like screens, mounted in more black metal.
If the operator focused, flickering jumpy images of someone's mind or echoes of their presence during the Earthly life most recent appeared.
I reckon they used those rigs so as to be undetectable to any with “the eyes to see” in the audience or nearby, as similarly detailed in a Yowie account will post later.
The heads were larger than humans, but not to the proportions of greys. Same eyes as Greys, but mouth and nose slightly more human (seen this type before, that was an assumption as their mouths and noses were under mask). Skin complexion was that of the other hybrids, not quite Greys, but not human looking either.
I felt sorry for them, all attached up like that and dedicated to such a deranged task ...in effect "touching" one with a smidge of condescending compassion.
Until one in the 2nd row nearest, looked right at me as I pitied him. Oops!
He was focused 90% on work still, not yet registering my presence as an interloper (slight distraction, certainly).
Then as child-me involuntarily gasped at the person/thing facing me, the woman in front of this awful assembly glanced at noise not from direction expected and saw me.
She turned back and abruptly called for attention to her charges, urging them to furtherly apply themselves for increased results in English (she sort of covered my arse by doing that ...and perhaps her own).
I pulled my head back, and closed the door - ready to swing wide open so my brothers could witness also.
"Get ready to run after you see what's in there!"
I yanked upon the door, only made it 20+cms - that woman was right there with firm grasp on door handle, sternly stating in low tones "No you don't!",
then pulled door closed, followed with the audible click of its lock.
I exclaimed rapidly how they are actually alien weirdos doing a series of manipulation attacks upon the people in the packed theatre.
They pointed out it was only me that saw into the room, as I looked to each for similar shock reactions as myself.
We all became a bit trepidatious after a moment of silence and some situational perspective, thereupon agreeing it was time to retreat out of there... I gave 'em a head start and then bashed on door, shouting some feebly rude things.
We ran and ran – lol
The most odd thing about all of that is the woman did not have a blackened spirit, she was not an obviously bad person.
Was not military, not one of the worshippers of the night hag (the evil psychic, though lacking spiritual breadth, orgy goers that are pretty much spread everywhere, from cities to towns there are groups of the grots), not from a colluding agency… she seemed likeable, unfortunate she took the job – awww.
No alien pong on her at cursory appraisal, quite remarkable – as it seems to be part of the ruse to pass innocuously as “just over here bein’ hewmun” when enacting such clandestine nastiness in close proximity to targets.
At first sense of the group downstairs (as child partially aware) I didn’t feel anything alien, just a bunch of people up to some sort of officiated adult mischief.
Others doing scans would’ve most probably likewise got the same obfuscation, an interesting aspect of the bs illusions going on that requires attention & dissemination.