I'd like to share a bunch of my experiences that are worthwhile... in that they either hold didacticisms or reveals of interesting bits for further data correlations.
I will usually point out worthy Remote Viewing (skrying) targets for those who've bothered to learn... really is easy, probs should watch some of the Farsight instructional vids.

I use my casual manner whilst talking of some dubious heavenly things as they do not warrant reverence, by being quite farsical stinkers.
That sorta bleeds into most of my scribbles, prefer that than going Shakespearean or muddled with ambiguous allusions.

Probs not helpful to discourse if we use cryptic reveals either:

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A Swabian horn from amongst broken halls calms Europa’s cup, a withdrawal of spattered scorn upon flourished coattail at mewling sup.

The Bear’s hearth warms the haggard traveller with call to song; the choir of peace move to call for sword – and it doesn’t take that long.

Over sea by ice demands the spangle gloved Catchpoll, with grease from stone as favoured hat. By contract woes and stubbled toes after a while of misdeeds, then they’ll set sail back.

A flurry of darted whispers that drop to rocks of glass,
as old friends call bitter melodies across the watery windswept pass.

Voices of the betrayed bring the fires that day …as west, east and south all gather so mournfully a disarray.

The map is torn by frictionless hands from near and far, as the lost bridle seeks a new to steer to be levered from the tar.

An Alamo banner still clean after strange winds to be seen, calling to the those who would remember their dream.

Men of tallest grasses once driven from the land so wrong, come that day as to point people from the looting of Liberty and to where they belong.

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Could sit here and work it out, but bah, some might not bother looking much more than the briefest of skim reads.
No need to do a Nostradamus.

[some reposts to start with]

Oh, actually, not bad for Remote Viewing targets.. .each line is a foretelling of something, all related to what happens before the
fake alien invasion from an American perspective.

Trump being the last POTUS means a few things...shoulda added that, d'oh. :)

HYBRIDS UP TO NO GOOD

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.

JUST TRYIN' TO WATCH STAR TREK …HYBRIDS

In 1996 late one evening, had been doing a bit of honing (magickal “jumping jacks” and “tumbling rolls”), went to watch some TV at parent’s house, even though I had to look through more earth-eyes (lowering of vibrations for to enjoy the show from a point of obliviousness).

Got comfy and settled in to watch Star Trek Next Generation, then Voyager in back-to-back airings.

I'd already seen that TNG episode a couple of times, so I lay back and lolled about on couch, moving slightly back into enhanced state.

Whilst 10% attention sporadically on television still, I felt a projection commence that was intended to stir terrible unease.
A familiar fear being lain down blanketly from somewhere!

"Where the %#$@* is that coming from?" I postulated, rearranging myself to know. Did scans of outside and on higher planes, determined the source was from the telly.

"Wth? ...but it's just star trek, didn’t get this feeling last time I watched this episode... so!?"
It persisted, and now started changing slightly... I moved my head to the side a fair bit to look at screen as I'd done a few times - seeing picture in the illume coming off glass, about 2 inches from screen. Cathode ray screen/bulb.

Did that so I could watch the picture in the air in front of tv, which I’d first used as child when not allowed to view a screen directly once – lol.

Tuning to all similar frequencies I allowed it to be expanded and spread out so I could discern almost all of it.

Stretched and spread the radiance out kinda, expanded to be about 35 inches.
More of a striated spectrum in the transmission then, with picture only a portion of it at the fore section, that was defined as a sheet which you would typically see when watching a show.

I could see about 20 distinct frames ( I did that I think, as I tried to put it into an external workspace), with many in between, the Hybrid signal at 5 from back roughly.

Could feel the ominous vile push-down as part of the lower frequency and found the signal hidden in there at the rear and lower down (indicative of the bandwidth or something I guess), it was another screen hidden literally underneath the human transmission.

Bringing it to a bit more resolution like normal shows, there in a dull greyish (a vague sense of horror even upon the walls in that room) studio, behind a plain desk ...very much like a news presenter's, sat 3 hybrids streaming their oppressive will upon the passive viewers.

First had bulbous head, but normalish face, 2nd had the big black eyes and small mouth, but normalish sized head, third had bulbous head, black eyes but human nose and mouth (I know they were wearing plain clothing, though I do not recall atm, later will add edit posts to each thread when active again).

In the instant seeing them as I brought the resolution up, recalled that I knew of this telly trick as a baby, and it was not just that night but of some well beaten regularity (memory suppression until subject re-enters state.
Some of you will equate that with when tripping and “we’re back!”). It was unbeknownst to me from my own hand that I should not look at that stuff atm …oops, soz me (like when you pull a bandaid off too early).

Even though the knowledge was there that I should withdraw, I was too shocked and riled from earth-mind involve during the startled bit and started to get angry ...but then I saw two of the scoundrels notice my disgust of evil & urge to kick ‘em up the bums amongst the thousands in Tasmania watching.
They moved their heads about a bit, like a dog looking for scent.

Ahhh, erm, was a bit too loud on the “grrrr” there.

Quickly withdrew into a durp face with a couple of bs thoughts about what I must’ve seen.

I was looked at and marked with a bunch of others, but they didn’t single me out as whoever that just was – dayum, gotta be careful bro.
:P

Proceeding weeks went through the hurdles of abductions and examinations etc, yanked out a few implants the nonces whack in.

One implant was really odd!
On waking reflection, the night’s encounter felt different too (didn’t bother to examine back then, heaps other wyrdness going on, will do soon).

It was unlike any implant I’d sensed and then chucked. In shift from abduction to bed, I had “caught” the potentially burrowing implant and left a “post-it-note” for myself to go to right nostril upon waking plod to toilet.

When back in bedroom, I started to draw out a long-hardened boogie that must’ve been inside the sinus,.

During extraction it went from boogie to clear snot like mucus.

Yet, it looked kinda wrong.

Like it was from a solution blobbed in my nose that I’d chosen to wear not as they wanted (# include time of ventolin inhaler hesitancy and making of crystal from chemicals on tongue, heaps salient), had an unusual jelly-like resilience to the mucus.

It continued coming out of my nose like an endless clown’s sleeve tissue, as I carefully made sure to get all of the detritus out.
The width stayed the same until the end bit where was a larger rounded lump of clear mucus with 3 distinct wriggly red veins in it, like a chicken egg that is partially incubated. The whole thing held between my hands and sagging a bit estimated to be roughly 130cm.
I called out to my Mum if she could grab a camera for a pic of this amazing snot/alien implant – she was not keen, so I just plopped it onto a table and observed as it began to lose structure and break down, like other temp implants but with more rapidity.

The blood vessels also eventually turned into a red smear in the puddled clearish liquid, no longer anything like when I extracted it.

I thought the buggers were in a base due to how "heavy" the massive structure they were in felt, not like their other ships but darkened.
Crikey, they mighta been in a giant bulldozer-like ship - lol

The "They Live" thing about hidden transmissions is for realsies, though not quite as in the movie.
Ya know them glasses?

Well, there is something a bit like that... dycanin blue glass goggles you can get on Amazon.

Won't reveal the jerks, but is a lil helpful in seeing auras... which is helpful in revealing the jerks - lol

Might just tickle your senses a little when letting your auric vision come back. :)

All of you that might think you cannot see auras, most certainly can.

Everyone can reacquaint themselves with the real beyond the limitations.

MIB / OWL / ALIEN HOME INVASION

I recount these disturbing experiences, the torture part (as with other harrowing moments) has affected my mask-self quite often. It is not with flippancy that I share this information, it is to add to further understandings of their operation.
Since these events, I've been abducted a crazy amount, especially in the 90s.
Has not been just a vaguery, but a riddling wrecking of things, a squeezing of the already empty toothpaste tube too much over and over.

Some abductees who are aware something is going on look frayed and haunted in the face, most people only look a bit lessened in spirit though unaware of it... most think of it all as dreams, barely aware of it in their dreaming as well - due to the inhibitors applied.

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MIB

At age 9 (1980), after a couple hours of gallivanting as soul-self doing various works far, returned to location of my sleeping body at about 3am.
I had ignored a few signifiers that something was up (barely glancing back), as my Earth-self (spirit) was oft weathered & "bled" by things.
Getting nearish to home, began to merge again into one being, focused love upon my physical form.
Was up in the air above farmhouse about 260 metres on a diagonal angle of approach, descending slowly to accomodate these actions.
Then loved my 2 brothers (re-acquainting with the identity of myself and family... had been off doing something that required something strange) in the same room, other siblings and parents
…Mum was not with Dad in their bed, so I expanded focus a lil.

Huh, she was not in the house at this time of night!?

Expanding more to include outside and farm surrounds.
I saw my Mum was outside the back door on the concrete path being escorted by 3 strange men, who felt like detectives. Wth!?
[ I was still merging into one entity again, whilst doing this, part of my Earth consciousness restrained on the bed was at the fore of general consciousness as we/I looked. Hence I reacted from that mind and did not look far enough to see the hovering ship nearby. ]

Immediately re-entered my body.

Discovered there was an energy net of restriction and dampening keeping me down as I tried to get out of bed, so after 2nd attempt to sit up, willed myself through it.
Then lept out and shouted for the others to wake up, that our Mum was outside with some strangers trying to take her away.
They were all be-stilled at the lower mind in their beds, with eyes partly open set on some series of presented images, so that they may be focused on that instead of sensing what was occurring around them.

One brother woke slightly (after dragging him to wakefulness, but still in the net) and scolded me for being stupid, wanted to roll over but just slumped head back down and dropped to sleep. So, I quickly moved to go outside.

Exiting the door, I saw Mum in her nightie and the men, all single file walking away along the path towards the carport, which was around the corner of house and down a slight slope.

Each stiffly walking man was dressed identical.
Black well fitted suit, shirt, tie, with a black brimmed fedora hat. Skin very pallid with a sickly hue, black sunglasses, black neat hair (that could be viewed).

Just assumed afterwards that they were some sort of US military or FBI personnel working with aliens, as that vibe (for earth me, learnt from US cinema/tv broadcasts) came off them a bit.
Naw, Reptilians cobber.

Mum was 2nd in line.
I called out hesitantly “Hey Mum!”

She did not respond, but the men all turned to look at who had spoken.

The last in line pointed a finger at my forehead and I instantly blacked out.

Instead of moving to where I was directed to with my mind, I surged back and woke up.

They had only moved a couple of steps, I called out again “Mum!!”, to no response.

The last man turned at me once more, again pointing finger at my forehead – this time I started to resist but was too slow. Seeing his hand trail his finger downwards as I fell into stupor and blacked out.

Snapping out again, I yelled “MUUUUMMM!!! What are you doing!?” this time reaching out with more urgency & heartfelt anguish.

She shook a little all over and then turned around slowly, also speaking in a slow manner as she assured me “It’s ok, go back to bed. I have an appointment.”

It felt like she was controlled when she looked at me with unfocused eyes and said that.

Mum turned around to contuinue walking, ignoring my reasoning with her. I took a step and the last man in line opened his coat and pulled out of its pocket a 10-inch (roughly) long, half inch wide chrome metal rod.

He declared “Oh, you’re interesting, we’ll be back to investigate you”, then aimed his shiny (ship was illuminating area) wand thing at me.
Pointing that at my forehead was much stronger, seemed to amplify his current.
I fell unconscious again, struggling to get back awake.

Then after the shrug off was open eyed again, but they had all moved away a few metres. Running to get closer, I yelled for my mother, got nought except for the strange men’s attention.

The last man turned fully to me this time and really concentrated, getting assistance from others in the carport area.

I awoke from being blacked out once again, to see no one on the path.
I reached out and felt that she was in the area of the gravel car turning circle around the house, so ran. To my mostly boy-self surprise, she was being levitated upwards, which made me run faster.

Turned the corner and saw no one there, they were gone. Ran to the end of the path and garden gate before the gravel reaching out for her again.

Could hazily see she was with a heap more beings being taken away on a ship.
They were watching me, and I suspect used one of the light tricks (will talk of in-home invasion incident), no idea atm, but they quelled my movements somehow and were trying to force me to go back inside to sleep - with a partial authority seemingly coming from Mum, as well as the ship itself.

I resisted, struggling to open my eyes …I stood there unwavering for must have been a couple of hours, managing to open eyes to a squint before failing into almost unconsciousness.

Struggling to resist the commands put upon me so strongly was all my focus, I didn’t have time for leg fatigue or anything.

During one of the moments of eyelid openings I saw on the lightening horizon that dawn was near.

Suddenly she there next to me, putting a hand on arm to rouse me! The sun had risen.

“What are you doing out here in your pyjamas?” she asked, in amused tones.

My stunned boy self was confused, as I had another layer of command put upon me to forget …when they returned, I guess.
I started crying, so relieved that they returned her, asking where she had been with the men in the spaceship, but she just looked at me quizzically for a moment and then continued to laugh.

I realised what they had done what had been put upon me to forget, and asked

"Where were you just now?"

She looked down at the carport and I saw her wonder for a sec, she tried to rationalise it, then got a bit fearful of losing her marbles, so she urged us both back inside and didn't want to address the issue anymore.

But as we went up the path past a bunch of flowering plants... she for a moment, seemed to cognitise a little of what was going on, her eyes suggested it also, that we needed to be secretive and said "We'll talk about it inside". That mindspace she spoke to me from, was the her who would be regularly on the cold metal table under their applications, seemed like a teen girl rather than a woman.

She didn't talk about it after we went in, as strangely everyone else was awake and standing in the hallway at back door and engaged us with a bit of mirth, so she got to yacking.

I thought to ask Mum again about it after things got quieter.

I forgot about it after breakfast, when us kids started mucking about.

Almost a week later…

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OWL

Night had fallen and dinner was almost ready. My younger brother Rodrick (not his real name) and I came running back from up near the milking sheds where we were playing.

Got back to house, commenced to get out of our dirty clothes.

When a loud repetitive call of an owl somewhere nearby could be heard from inside the house.
(atm I don’t recall what sound it made nor the feathering patterns seen later)

We stopped and went outside for a sec, near the toilet door listening to the penetrating persistent owl call.
I said matter-of-factly, "That owl doesn't feel right!!”
...turning to Rodrick, “Let's go take a look"

We put our boots back on and nipped around the house corner, went down to the car port and turning circle, past central grassy shrub area and onto gravel ...so that we were still within ambient illumination from the light spilling out of the kitchen windows.

Looking up at last pine tree of avenue that edged the lane (the same one I had communed with before) that was silhouetted against the now starry sky, could hear the owl was up in topmost branches.
Still blaring his call, intermittently.
It had weird spooky vibe (not the distinct alien cabal vibe), felt like it was looking at us as if we were prey from out of the shadows up there (I was in boy mind during that night’s experience).

I remarked how it surely isn’t real and started to point at the dark top of tree. Said something cheeky & triggering, not sure atm – was silly kid banter.

Then with one louder vocalization it tried to menace us, with an accompanying energetic push.

I looked to my brother and got his attention, smiled and started to turn back to owl with increasing volume "You don't scare us 'owl'!!" with a confident laugh.

"You're fake!! Give it a rest ...noisy!!"

I tried reaching out to my friend that tree (an account I should like to share, for people to see beyond what is mind), but he was so still & withdrawn, it was like he was hiding. That made me a little bit cross to see him sorta scared.

So, we then started pelting rocks up towards it, unsuccessfully.

Where the noise was coming from a shadow cloud about 7 feet in diameter appeared.
Incredible was the contrast it made against the view we had, the shadow generated was so dark it made the night sky appear blue, and all other shadows on the tree were nowhere near that deep a tone.
After our futile attempt to hit the bugger, the fake owl from the black shadow felt meaner and definitely nasty now.

The shadow started to travel down the tree, silently and with clear purpose to come to us.

It had got to bottom of tree as both I and my bro were dumb founded.

The shadow spilled out a little at the bottom (almost as if it was like a fabric, but clearly wasn’t) as whatever it was stood up slowly (still entirely cloaked in the shadow energy) and once fully erect, started moving towards us with evil intent.

I could sense a peculiar off-worlder humanoid, same height as man, Nordic looking, pointy elf ears, reeked of sorceries ..his hatred as dark as the shadow.
(pretty sure it was the Pleiadian Elf ratbag who was part of the alien home invasion covered in next post of this thread)

It said something at us from within it's now pulled in somewhat cloud, which I do not recall yet (was curt and threatening though).

We both freaked out, as it was real, and coming right at us!!

Was unable to bring my greater soul into action (found out later why, next post) but was able to put my hand up & slow it visibly with a basic chi push shield coupled with fend-off stare, but couldn't stop it due to being mostly “boy in illusion”.

I said "Run, but stop, turn around and face it.... don't look away, or it will speed up and overtake us!! ...ok, go!"

Rodrick ran towards gate at bottom of inclined path, I could hear him on the gravel to grass and then gravel again with a stop, indicating he had only gone a few metres.

"Ready? Face it, stare at it!!” I urged.

I reached out and gave him a link to my boost stream like a baton that he was ready to pick up.

"Can I turn away and run now?" The shadow was only a few metres away from me.

He were unsure whether he could hold it off with his stare, I knew he could do it! 😊

He then called out an uncertain "Yes."

I pivoted and ran, it was surreal as all fuckery me fleeing and seeing this little brave boy with his determined face, staring down a perhaps demonic monster.
That was very cool :)

Got a bit behind him and turned about and focused on the fiendish thing in the shadow.

"Okay, let it go and run behind me!"

As he ran past I said, "Face it, so I can get away again!"

Did the swap a couple more times, made it to gate... the evil shadowy ponce laughed out loud at the temerity of these two kids, who just eluded him – heh heh!

We ran like rabbits up into the house, panic struck as we lost sight of the standing shadow.

Talked a little about it, tried mentioning it to Mum, but she was busy.

Had a quick conversation about the shadowed creep before we sat down to eat, trying to lay down paradigm definitions from scared kids - that it could not enter or do anything around the strength of Dad or something like that.

Later, at dinner table, a 3.5 foot high owl was suddenly at window, flapping about as though it wanted in on the dinner we were at and kept trying to land on the slanted bricks ‘neath pane in between intense stares at each of us.

Everyone exclaimed, Dad said something on how freakishly big it was, and sat back lowering his arms that were holding his utensils, looking at the thing in amazement.

Feeling the intrusiveness of the bugger looking in at us all like mice, I got out of chair and rushed it at glass, it flew backwards and landed on railing skirting veranda.

I kept gnashing at it through the glass, saying stuff, waving a ladle... but it just stared impervious.
Dad said to leave it be.

I returned to table as they were discussing how unusual of an owl that was …then got straight back up again, feigning that I had to use toilet.

Slipped out back door, ran quietly (shrunk energy), and rushed along veranda right at the fake owl twerp.

Was almost as big as me, a very large “owl” indeed!

Ha ha ha, the prick freaked out and flew off into the darkness.

Went to go back in, but was overcome with "fear of the dark" and couldn't move out of the illuminated areas off the veranda - lol

I asked through the same window for someone to please come out and escort me back in, as something was in the air above house - felt like more dark elves, mean and nasty, waiting to seize me or something once I got out of sight of family.

Mum finally came to corner and beckoned me impatiently; I could feel hatred and general ill-will above me.

Felt like there were 4 more "owls" or dudes like earlier in the air up above the house, in the dark.

We went inside.

Something happened later that night, unable atm to recall, was about a fight or something I had with some of them.

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ALIEN HOME INVASION

A few days later, Rodrick (my younger brother, not his actual name) and I were watching a trippy movie in the kitchen-lounge, Mum and Dad in the lounge with brother, another brother and sister studying in bedroom.

The movie was a 1960s British flick with sci fi tones, it was about a time stop on Earth with a few people able to walk about.

One scene was of a man passing by two chaps in work aprons doing removalist work frozen in spot and chucking a chair between them in the air, it was stilled in air.
During the movie there were mental influences (sneaky buggers doing basic mind probes) from afar that made us a bit drowsy a couple of times but silly comments and laughter shook that off.

A whitish flash of light that we thought was lightning occurred, we counted as kids do to see how far away it might be, yet there was no thunder.

We looked about as another flash happened, this one had a tone of strength or something. The tv and lights all went off.

A third “lightning” flash filled the west skies, that one was menacing & overbearing - we lapsed into unconsciousness as it seemed a high-pitched mentally affecting sound also was part of the presence of approach, not too sure, was barely discernible on reflection.

I snapped myself out of the stupefying ensorcellment and awoke. I felt an energy net on me, which was a fake arse thing… but I lay a bit unsure still, of what was going on.

I felt the origin of the net to the west and in the sky, looking at window I saw the large glowing disc “glide in” almost, from behind the dark tree outlines to above them on approach.

As a boy it was cool to see, but moved me more into mask-self with the fun notion.

Ship came over house and was bigger than the 3 bedroom brick home by a fair bit.

I looked about and saw my brother asleep with eyes open, the room now illuminated inside from the glowing ship above the house.
Roused Rodrick, after feeble whispered words I removed his net and fake mind impel.
He remarked how the power was off, I revealed it wasn’t lightning, that it was a big silver spaceship stopped over our house right this second, that the light coming in from outside was it.

He and I of course started to wonder and be amazed, that this might be cool.
“Do you think they’re nice? We’ll get to meet them?”
“I’m not sure, why the scary light?”

As we were discussing what this might mean, I felt a presence of the ship sorta not quite over the house (might’ve been a bit bigger than I thought) have a bustling of minds in one spot.

Then that group was beamed down in about 2 seconds to the ground.
This is not being racist, it was seen through the eyes of an Australian child in the 1970s …felt like a group of Japanese tourists all with cameras and looking about were suddenly on the gravel down there (house was up a story from that, on slope kinda but also stilting).

A sound happened which may have bestilled my mind a moment, then a bunch of those people came close to the window behind my bro, silhouetted by the light from their craft a bunch of “people”.

I indicated for Rod not to move, that there was aliens outside the window where his couch wert below.

He looked delighted, being of good nature, and leaped up and mucked about for a bit at them in a friendly sing song way....

He looked back at me after calling out to them and jumping up and down waving as they were doing nothing but standing there.

He put his face up to the window and with tongue blew a raspberry.

The he looked back at me, I whispered hoarsely “Nooo”, he bounced again and then starting tapping the window with head leaning in a silly asking way as he tapped on window 4 times in different rhythm.

That is when a tall Reptilian stepped forward a little, put right hand up menacingly and tapped on the window once with his pointer finger. With accompanying mind waves of authority

Rodrick slipped down quick fast and looked to me. We were both little lads frightened, and all I could provide was “pretend you’re asleep”.
“But I can’t, they saw me!”

I saw them all move away from window as if sped up time, very rapid in strange look to motion and head to the door.

I waited for the lock to click, as I had felt something earlier and had asked for it to be closed for the spooky sci fi movie.
Then I could feel them come in the house, larger than what I saw out window. I puzzled at how there was no lock click or door noise, as all was very silent.

They defined for allocations of their number to members of the rest of the family, then to my dread, a group turned their attention to us.
I shut down some more and pretended to be asleep and of no waking consciousness, just a day-dream version that surface thing they wanted me to be immersed in.

Rodrick was rightly panicking a bit as they were approaching, he looked distressed and as though the couch he was upon was a little rowboat; the way he moved to and thro on it feverishly.
I would have wigged out more than that, he did well not to.

They came into the kitchen behind where my head was lain on couch I was on.
The aliens entered his vision, I lay still but looking at Rod worryingly, his expression changed from fear to perplexment, astonishment, then slowly dawning delightful curiosity.
There had been a shift in energy, but I was shrunk so much it was just like a faint thing.

He sat up from the cower and looked directly at them.

I was freaking out for him!

Could hear music emanating from behind me, where the aliens were.
As they came past my head and around the couch, I cracked open my eyes and was shocked to see the procession.

Wearing the ovoid Grey alien face masks (even has a line for string sorta at the back, not sure they need that), beguiling in their quirky cuteness alongside the musical enamours came a small festive parade, members of the procession were an assortment of alien races.

A couple of them under a foot in height, a Grey a Cobalt-Dwarf, a dark red crab guy, a Reptilian type A (tall thin white, squid-like in body texture) long necked ovoid headed alien.

The Reptilian wore the mask too, which I thought strange at the time, as his face was quite similar to that...yet I saw his eyes making almost goldish light as he chose his willing which the mask would do well to shroud I presume.

About third in line (of about nine) was a classic Grey , he wore no mask but was reflected a little amongst the other masks. Another Grey in line someplace, recollections of recollections atm.

As they had come around the corner of the kitchen into the sun room, with my brother becoming more amazed, and turned as strange enchanting musical procession around the couch arm my head was resting on, I watched through narrowed gaze.

They all had crystalline musical instruments, a saxophone type thing, a floating xylophone-piano, a flute, stringed instrument, some others not clear atm. As they “played” these, all sorts of astral rainbow sparkly light effects drifted off each as in comic books (I had turned off auric vision during those days) around them and into the air to fade and drift off a little.

As they passed by me, I noticed the Reptilian’s skin was so very white but up close has small remnant translucent scales spread out about 8 or so inches or more, which as they walk flash opalescent light from external light source refract.

So they have lil rainbow twinkles over their bodies as they move, probs be cool as if they weren’t so nasty.

Upon thinking it was pretty as a thought-form release and paint of him, he whipped his head about and crouching down stooped to look me in the face.

To which I feigned deep immersion into nothing but a mode of thought stupified akin to what I had struggled out earlier - which they had meted out.
Satisfied, he continued with the others in procession.

When close enough to Rodrick, all the masks which were mind constructs “fastened” with a “string” for each head area (crab dudes sorta had these over a bit of their back shell) dissolved by wave of hand by Reptilian.

Rodrick was ensorcelled by him and the Cobalt Dwarf, who was now standing at his face with a Grey who was motioning for his head to go down on cushion at same time Reptilian was at brother’s other end.

The long-necked creepazoid got behind my brother and they compelled him to raise his bottom.
The Cobalt Dwarf got out his penis whilst the Grey formed a plastic one from his nethers, they both popped their dicks around his mouth and into it, whilst he was looking understandably with a horrified face.

The Reptilian looking back as in a confirmation at one of the other tall ones standing behind me, to the right of my head, lowered his pants and slowly inserted his long finger into my brother’s anus and looked again at the other with understanding as if data were being accumulated.

The thin creature turned and looked amused at the humiliation and violation of this human on couch with dicks in face and its finger were inserted.
As it did this to him, Rodrick slightly began to look consternated, to which the ones round his head and on the back (crab had gotten on back, climbed to rear of head and was manipulating his mind from there) soothed him back into the mesmerism with coos and one used the music whilst the crab guy did more of an energetic stimulus at the nape of the neck.

At looking over the day’s events via my brother’s stools, the Reptilian looked shocked and turned his head fast to look at me. “It was you!!” he said out loud.

After they had gotten their "reading", they redressed his pants back and lulled him to lay and sit in the earlier energy "net" which holds one stilled, accommodatingly susceptible, and oblivious.

Both the Grey and the Cobalt-Dwarf strangely apologized to him.

They then collected themselves and turned their attention to me as a clutch of vampires looking a bit menacing. I mewled a whimper with my arm curled up (oh yeah,I had only released my arm and head from the net, so to look about and wave to brother and release his net).

A crab-spider declared “Let me go first!” and leapt from the ground 5 feet away to the right of my feet onto my chest.

As he climbed up my body and onto my chest, I could clearly see the terrible mouth and then most shockingly, a little human head produced from the upper carapace!! Who grinned at me!

I reviled and moved to action by sweeping my right arm which had been a retracted to chest as if in limp – a small barrier to the energy presence of the intruders.
Sweeping it across my chest, there meeting the not so hard crab flying across the room.

My swatting sent him onto side of an unused brick fireplace, which made a large crack in his back shell and snapped a leg off.

They all watched him sail through the air surprised, as if watching a bike stunt.

The brushed off crab-spider dude lay broken but alive.

The Reptilian as a conductor of sorts, quickly changed the mindset of them and they all moved in to pick him to pieces and eat him, the crab calling out in a frightened “No” a few times before he was in their mouths and in bits.

They turned to me and Rep tried to push the mind wave of crazy cannibals as they chomped away.

Then only about 10 seconds later, beamed into the room was the same crab dude in a new body. The other body munched down.

I addressed him that he was not technically back, as his body was just snacked upon. We argued a little where I outwitted him and they got a bit threatening as a group.

I tried to force through the net but was too distracted holding onto all them with my awareness and being mostly boy mind.

Seeing it would take too much, I just went “out of body” and zoomed upwards into a standing position with legs still in body, very conscious and present on the lower astral.

I looked upon them all, two groups, and started a protest proclaim. As I looked around berating these naughty boys, a bunch of them made a shadow in the corner and were slipping away.

I called out “Stop that!” with a pointed hand and the shadow melted, 4 or so had fled.

They did so, but then instead of retreat they all came forward at me trying to look scary with shadow stuff surrounding them.

Dark shadows formed around all their eyes with a weird hate that was a bit flimsy really, and their mouths a bit and bodily extremities as they held arms out in threat.

All made scary looking postures and made biting motions at me. The only one truly scary was the Cobalt Dwarf, he can eat rocks, his big teeth made a full on heavy clack noise a bunch.

The Reptilian type A had two peg like teeth, many small dendrite tiny forkings, in vamp pos of course.

After brushing my silly boy fear off, I also addressed them with “Enough of that!” at which they all suddenly looked like kids.

I looked at them all like I was a Headmaster – lol, up and down the rank of these nasty invasive goobers with an appraising eye.

Upon looking at the Cobalt Dwarf, I felt a memory from ages past of being on a world and seeing him.

I said “I know you” at which he telepathically said nothing, but the Reptilian said “No you don’t”.

I turned back to him and repeated “No, I like know you personally”.

Both Cobalt and Rep looked freaked, the Cobalt worried for some reason, the Rep suspicious from his reaction and my statement.

Found out later that it turns out I did know that Cobalt Dwarf long ago, huh, the people ya run into.

I then started on about how they were not from here, that they were aliens and should leave as this planet was under protection.
The Reptilian looked once more behind me and around the corner.

I declared “Come out from around there, you”.

The blonde human looking alien who came in, as I called them on their interference, had long hair and fancy clothes.

He looked human, but his skin had a very slight gold sheen to it, like a glow.

He appeared Nordic, having long hair though each follicle was very thick compared to human hair, about his person adorned with some out of that particular time period, far in sophistication was the sew and hew of his threads.

The most memorable was that he had about 7 lapels on his coat, each a fantastic patterning reflected on opposite lapel.
I said “What are you doing with them? You’re human!”

He put a hand to his hair near ear and raised it back to reveal a pointy ear top “Who said I was human?” he smarmily replied.
I was a bit thrown by that for a sec, thinking I had another human in the room to help.

I declared “You have no right to do this!!!”

To which he replied very matter of factly “We have the right”.

I was about to push this bit of bullshit, when he started referring with is spiritual connection to a demonically evil female presence (thing at Saturn), so I stopped with that angle.
I declared I was going to fight them, that they could fall easily enough before me, indicating the crab guy.
Standing like Superman for a sec, declared I was no normal human, and that I would arouse my powers to destroy them!
Lol, dear oh dear.

The Aesir-humanoid said I couldn't to him, as he had dwelt enough in our realities to be immune to such assaults (he knew not of what I could do, and presumed me to be a lot of talk).

A little of me knew to keep that actually hidden, so I said that I would physically destroy him, he didn't get it and asked of how I could do that when I was not in my body.

I looked down, as I had stood with indignation moments earlier upon the couch where I had been supine, to behold my body still on the couch.
Quite forgotten that I was not in my body.

I became alarmed and yielded back to my body...but they were too quick, and moved upon me.

Next thing, I awoke in body where I had been laying, with a Reptilian type A on me with face right in mine, with hand up in my face with two fingers pointing at my eyes.

It seemed to me at the time there were needles coming of his fingertips as he was projecting such for me to apprehend.

“Don’t move your eyes or they will tear” he lied, as the needles felt like they were going into my brain a lil.

I was panicking heaps, tried to reach out to Mum or Dad in the lounge room, but they had a similar group at them, so too with older brother and sister in another room.

I then reached beyond the house to a human not caught in this, everyone seemed asleep, so I reached a few paddocks over to a policeman and woke him up.

I watched him go outside, all the while struggling with eyes not blinking or moving thinking I had large needles passing into my eyes.

He lit up a cigarette then looked over to our house, where he saw a large glowing spaceship over our house.

Had a few puffs, thought “Nope” and went back to bed… he did jot it down, which helped him to recall it later.

I thought “Aw no, up to me, no one is coming!” but then I accidentally turned my eyes a little in the general area of where Mum and Dad was upon feeling small.

Hang on, I just moved my eyes and those “needles” did nothing …realizing the scoundrel was subjecting me to an illusion!

I raised my head a lil and pushed energetically with a lil ire back into the mind that had been pushing into mine, he recoiled and looked scared.

But then brought in his higher mind, I managed to quell that down too though in the next moment there was a Reptilian type A hand on my forehead from behind me, and I passed out.

Not sure how long after, Mum came into the room also from a "nap".

She looked at me and my brother in our pyjamas still laying and said “What have you done, you’ve pissed yourselves on the couches!?”

She took us outside, which to my befuddled senses I thought was daylight… then in the midst of their imposed forgetting I recalled the situation and glanced up to see rim of glowing ship just above house.

Seeing just the circular edge I instantly knew several things of them.....the craft itself was an entity, a living metallic/plant animal....of sorts, and twer peopled wyth several types of peoples - some clear Greys. some Reptilians pretending to be human men in suits, others like monsters to my earth mind.
They almost cottoned on that i perceived them.

We went back inside with little cognition of what had just been applied to us all. I knew to keep shut up for this, as they were keeping on eye on us still.

Went and got changed then put to bed as it was late.

Something else by them happened during the night, don't recall yet.

The policeman who lived 500 metres across the paddocks and creek, told everybody he saw a glowing white ufo hovering over our house, and his son mocked me a bit on the bus about aliens and my family. That his Dad said we were to be kept away from - he asked me why, I feigned ignorance and withdrew to introspection.

The Reptilian type A can determine things with their fingertips, like a dog’s nose sorta.
They might’ve developed it over evolve to track prey they were vamping on.
The fecal matter touched can show what has been flashed as experience by the person it is passing through, only for that time though.
It seems to be a non-intrusive – lol, mentally – way of gleaning info without leaving a mind presence, not sure.

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Most people including myself have a PTSD effect from severe trauma going through horrible things like I shared.
Opening up to anyone can be very hard and feel threatening, as if someone might dismiss their suffering callously, compounding the sense of unseen wounds.
Been trying to put this last bit of the experience in 1980 out there online for awhile, but has been hard to write it and re-experience.
Literally suffering still from that, won't be specific.
I probs sound like a jolly sort that has no scars, heck no, I'm quite a bit of a mess from that and a tonne of other bs that was put upon me.

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Oops, a detail I forgot, was just re-reading the home invasion bit as I got distracted after initial posting.

When they were approaching Rodrick with that procession, each in line would alternate in a pendulous body sway.

So first would lean to left, second to right, third to left, and so on.

It didn't seem that "Disney" from my angle, but to him it mighta added to the overall scene.
I saw Grey masks on aliens, he mighta seen cute animated creatures or something.
He's unable to recollect yet even though reminded him a few times.

With all that spectacle, I probs would been enchanted too... instead I lay there looking through cracked eyelids watching with horror my brother's delighted face, when I could see they were behind masks and were weird aliens approaching him.

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As I've said some very evolved and amazing beings do not realise what is going on. Farsight are incredibly close to the whole puzzle.

These crab-spider creatures (Space-Nits) are small when on ships, not sure how tiny they hatch as, but they get insanely big... I think there is a limit, the biggest one in this galaxy looks to be the same size as other largest in other galaxies.
Think large planet-size, gettin' there.

I had hoped to provide David Icke with who the actual rulers are, but it seems he has started to. Has seen invisible spider-crabs in his room a coupla times.
Noice!

That invisibility tech is tricky to disempower, not quite worked it out yet, other than tellin' em off - lol

Oh, they are a reddish with odd brown (edit: whoops, wasn;t even thinking when I vaguely thought of their look. Fixed/) markings on most of their thick legs, sorta like tribal patterns but I think they mighta evoled like that.
Their mouths are very wide, with crazy looking shark teeth... for a crab-thing that looks disturbing.