difficult, and I know this seems odd, but I was told you would understand. We want you to come with us. Don't be
alarmed." I'm saying something like, "It's OK." They say, "Bring the kids," or something like that. He's motioning to the kids. So now we're walking toward the larger ship, all sort of in a clump instead of hand-to-hand. [Oldest] and
[youngest] don't look at me for reassurance because apparently having people there makes them feel a little less
irritable, I think. We all go up into the large ship. I think it has a moving stairwell. It's enough for one or two people
abreast, rather than a ramp or staircase. When we get to the top of the stairwell there's just a corridor in front of us.
White, and lit, and we go down the corridor. I turn to the right at the end of that corridor, and into a room that has a
conference table or something like that.
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There's half a dozen of these guys in their little gray, skinny bodies. But these look like their bodies are a little thicker.
Maybe they're just bigger. Their heads are a little heftier, so they're not as small as the crew that came to get us. Now
the conversation has changed from verbal to mental activity. There seems to be a lot of mental charge in the air. We all
sit down in chairs at one end of the table, like in a semi-circle, the four of us. They're in a semi-circle on the other
side, maybe six of them, and the Homo Sapiens have disappeared, they didn't come in. I think I'm asking them, "What
do you want?" They say, "We want to interrogate you," or something like that. I'm saying, "Have at it." But they say,
"About your children, which ones we'll chose." I'm saying, "What do you base your choice on?" And they say, "Many things." I'm shifting back in my chair, leaning to the background, to let the kids talk, since that's what they want to do,
talk to the kids. There's three little faces, looking out across the table. I'm not sure what kind of conversations are going
on, maybe that's because they're not directed at me, but maybe I pick up side perceptions. What do they do with their
time. What they want. What they miss.
He's asking them if they'd like to, "Take a ride in the ship and go and see the Universe." I don't think anybody knows
how to respond. I think I hear [youngest] say, "I would." I hear engines humming, that kind of a sensation. Somebody
comes and says, "Come with me," and we go out the door, the way we came in. We go down the corridor the way we
came in, but this time we go to another room and sit down in some sort of a chair with a thing that goes over our
heads, like a helmet, an easy chair kind of thing with little arm rests. Everyone sits down, with this thing over our
heads, and it seems like I black out. I'm sleeping or something. The next thing I'm aware of is my toes moving around,
and my fingers. It's still black. My eyes are closed or the room is black. Then it comes into view, fading back in. I'm in
the same room but the kids are missing and my helmet's back. I'm looking around to see where everybody is, and
somebody sticks his head in the door, kind of leans in the door. I get up, not that I've been summoned or anything, I'm
kind of curious. I'm looking around. It's kind of obvious that I'm looking around for where everybody is. I'm walking
slowly toward him, checking around, and then the three kids walk back in the room. [Oldest] says, "Hi, mom." It looks
like she's had a good time. [Between] is more quiet and serious. [Youngest] just has a bland look on his face, slightly
curious. I'm saying, "Where are we?" [Oldest] says, "A neat place." [Between] says, "But they don't have any
swimming pools."
Then we go into the next room, and they have some sort of a buffet set up, but this buffet is very strange because it's
like a pile of vegetables or fruit combinations. I don't recognize anything, and you can take some of that in your hand
and eat it if you want. There's no dishes or eating utensils. I don't recognize any of it. It has a very bland taste,
whatever it is, but it's edible. I try a piece or two. Someone says, "We're going to take you home now, so you have to
go back to sleep." So we all go back in and we put our little helmets on and sit in our chairs. We all go back to sleep,
put our helmets on. Everything blacks out. The next thing I'm aware of is my stomach muscles feeling fatigued.
Instead of moving my hands and feet around I feel a sense of fatigue in my stomach muscles. I'm pushing the helmet
back. This time the three kids are there. Two or three guys are saying, "Good-by," and one of them is saying, "Come
this way." We walk back down the corridor. I don't think we're going down the moving stairway, I think it's like an
elevator drops down to the ground. We walk over to a little ship this time, one of those 12 footer kind, and sit on the
bench and take off. This time we were on concrete, not on sand.
We get dropped off right in front of our tent, more or less. It's dead of night. We go back in the tent and crawl in our
sleeping bags and settle down. But I do remember there was one time we went camping and when people asked me
what we did I was hard pressed to describe what we did, over the weekend. We hadn't gone to see horses or gone
swimming or climbed around the bluffs - we hadn't done anything in particular. So it was different, because normally
we would do some sort of activity to break up the weekend, but we didn't seem to have much to say.
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ZetaTalk: Mind Control
Note: written on May 15, 1996
The dream of all controlling individuals, a category which includes the military hierarchy, is to create virtual robots
out of the population at the flip of a switch. Riot control, preventing resistance, silencing dissent, ensuring complete
adherence to orders or edicts - such are the heady goals of those who are control oriented. Humans use drugs, physical
restraints, and threats and bribes to gain these ends, but none of these methods are fail-safe. In human-to-human
encounters no one is paralyzed unless drugs or physical restraints are used, and likewise leaving a memory only in the
subconscious where it can act like a post-hypnotic suggestion is achievable only by battering and splintering the
conscious through trauma and drugs. The secret government, which in the early days was heavily influenced by the
CIA, longed to master what they considered to be mind control techniques.
In fact, as we have stated, a human cannot be given a hypnotic suggestion they are not in accordance with, and during
visitations the human is in control and can terminate contact at any time simply by willing it to be so. Even the
paralyzed state, which makes use of an old portion of the human brain that is akin to a possum's brain, can be broken
at will by the human. Nevertheless, the CIA did a considerable amount of casting about, trying to discover how aliens
were able to paralyze humans and plant what they assumed to be post hypnotic suggestions. Needless to say, they did
not succeed, but their fervor and rumors of this activity inspired such stories as the Manchurian Candidate, where