agreement with MJ12, they were notified and allowed to monitor the exit and entry. Nancy will tell you the story in her
own words.
Begin Nancy's Hypnotic Recall
I'm trying to remember the circumstances of when we bought the tent and did some camping. I think I bought a tent
that had a blue bottom. The top was a dark green canvas. It had a blue plastic bottom. I remember how we folded it up,
and it would always be blue. It was a big tent. It was on sale, and then we got some sleeping bags. I know I took the
kids quite frequently not just in the summer but in the spring and the fall also, as long as it wasn't snowing. We'd go
for the weekend and set up the tent, and when it was in the spring or the fall there would hardly be anybody else in the
campground. Maybe we'd even have the campground to ourselves. Sometimes there'd just be one more tent down the
road, and of course there wasn't any way for someone to get hold of us because there was no telephone and the
relatives in the area weren't the type to come over and look us up anyway, they weren't that close to us. I'd make a fire.
I'd get some firewood and make a fire and cook supper. And if it wasn't in the middle of summer when the
campgrounds were full, the kids would just run down the road or go off into the woods or to the lake, which had a
small beach there.
It wasn't that we had any planned activities. The idea was to just get out where they could run around in the woods.
And in the morning I would make coffee. Everyone was still sleeping and I would go for a walk. Along the lake they
had a path that was paved through the rocks, and I'd go see the birds and the like. Very early, like dawn. We'd have a
fire at night. We'd roast some marshmallows or whatever, but generally we'd go to bed about dusk. Everybody had to
set up their sleeping bags ahead of time, before the light went down. We did have a Coleman Lantern, and I would
light the lantern. When we would go to bed, we'd all get in the tent and I'd put the lantern on the outside of the tent
since it would suck oxygen otherwise, create carbon monoxide poisoning. Then after everybody had changed clothes
and tucked under I would reach out of the tent and turn down the Coleman Lantern. Then it would be pitch dark, and
I'd zip everything up and we'd settle in for the night. So I'm trying to think if there was ever a time when we were all
camping, and we'd settled in for the night, if there was ever a time when I was with my children and there was any
kind of an encounter.
Well, I think I'm seeing something. It's dark out and I'm at the tent door. I'm seeing two or three of these guys coming
up through the shadows, coming up through the dusk toward the tent. They've very, very skinny gray bodies, and it
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looks like they're walking up a slight incline to where the tent is. The tent door is facing down the incline. They seem
in that position, like they're leaning forward a little bit, coming up the incline. I think one of them comes in the tent,
and he's got his finger to his mouth, saying, "Shush," that kind of thing, like a motion, like, "Don't say anything." I think they put their hands on top of the kids heads, and this wakes them up but they're walking up semi-sleepy. They
don't wake up with a start. They don't act alarmed. They're doing this shush motion again. They're motioning to come
on. We all have our little pajamas on. I don't think it's that cold out, because the door to the tent flap is back so that we
could get air coming through. We all trip out, sort of single file. One of the guys is leading in front, and then the kids
and I after him, and the last two bring up the rear. We walk down the hill in the direction that they came from, down to
the left, which goes into the woods down into a little clearing.
They have a ship that's not a 12 footer job, it's more 25 foot, the next size up. When we get there [oldest] kind of looks
back at me. I put my hand on her shoulder, indicating it's OK, and we just continue to go up into the ship and sit
down. They seem to have semicircular seating. It's smooth, so that it's like a curved bench, and it has little rounded
places for each individual ass. We sit down, and I feel a motion. [Youngest] is looking up at me, but I'm not giving any
facial expression of alarm. [Between] seems to be more curious. She's just watching what they're doing. They're across
the room over there, at some sort of controls. I don't seem to be asking any questions but they don't seem to be offering
any kind of agenda either, other than, "Shush," and, "Follow me." That's about it. Now it feels like we're arriving somewhere. I have that feeling like when a bus brakes, the motion that you were experiencing before is changing. It
seems like all three of them are gathered out in this room, like we're going to open the door and go down. One of them
reaches over and takes me by the hand and so we all latch up, and we all walk like so many elephants, trunk to tail. I
think [youngest] is reaching back, he wants a hand from one of the other guys. He's just little. We walk out and we're
all in a row. Everybody's holding hands in a line, tripping along in our pajamas.
It's a rocky area, and desolate. No street lights or anything like that. It seems to be a desert area. It's not paved. If
anything it's a little sandy. I don't feel that the ground is full of briars or branches or things like that. It's more sandy,
but there's big, big rocks behind, not any mountains, but chunky rocks and sand. Very, very dark. I don't hear any
sound of water, lapping motions or anything like that. Cool sand. It's very dark. Doesn't seem to be a moon-lit night. I
think the instruction is to sit down in the sand. I think there's something coming, a large ship, something with lights on
underneath coming down. We've got our heads turned, and we're looking. It has different colored lights on the bottom,
not any one color, maybe more white than anything.
I keep wanting to say, that people in uniforms come out, but that doesn't make sense because these people don't wear
uniforms. I mean, they all look like they have these little gray bodies, unless they're suits but you can't tell. It almost
seems like a tan, or moving toward light brownish kind of uniform. Half a dozen people, and they come out, sort of
two abreast, but not in a formal kind of structure. A little informal. They move around like they're talking to each
other. They don't seem to have any kind of gold braid on or anything like that, but maybe some kind of insignia to
bespeak officialdom. I even want to say that these are people, that there are some people here, Homo Sapiens, three or
four of them in these uniforms. This is a twist. They're talking to each other and they seem to have flashlights in their
hands and they're walking over toward us, talking to each other. Not arguing exactly, but talking, maybe more in a
heated manner. They're not passive blobs. Discussing something, possibly arguing, it's hard to tell. One of them says,
"Oh, here they are," and the other one says, "So, what do we say to them?" The first one says, "Just follow
instructions." Hah!
"How do you do, Ms. [Nancy]," one of them says to me, "This is Lieutenant," oh, I don't catch the name, introducing the person next to him. "We're from MJ12." I'm trying to think if they're saying, "We requested this meeting" or "We were requested." I think they're saying, "We were requested to meet with you and explain a few things. This is