Another reason I'm re-starting my At Spiral's End blog–? Because I think I finally got a visit from the aliens– or, rather, their proxy.
Its difficult to say for sure because I only have a smidgen of memory from a dream… that took place at night, in my room, with everything exactly as it looks in real life, which I've learned is suspicious, because most dream locations are distorted and changing.
I don't know if my piece of memory was at the beginning or end of the visitation, but I think it was the end, because I gave them something in the dream that is now missing in real life.
So this oddly realistic dream, or memory, was of a young man being in my bedroom. We were sitting on my bed talking and I had the overhead light on. I don't know how the subject came up, but I told him about a book I had on “community housing” for cooperative living. I pulled out this big book– that I LOVE because it has all these maps and house plans! (I use it for my fantasy project stuff and had it in my bedroom for that reason, because I was adding to the maps and filling in the house plans as a fun way to relax.)
He sat with me on the bed, and I think he may have been blond and wearing light blue, but he wasn't big and buffed up like Ethan. Seemed younger, too, like mid to late 20s? Anyways, I opened the book and showed him the maps and plans and went over these ideas for people to live together more cooperatively. Using less resources and mutually supporting one another. The concept is called “co-housing” and there are several successful such housing communities in Europe and the United States.
The possible human-looking and sounding (spoke verbally, not telepathically that I recall) hybrid guy was very interested. Because, well, they're finding out ways to live here, and they're not as happy with independent living as we are, being all communal and telepathic! So I was happily making suggestions, saying they could use these concepts to create living situations that suited them better AND were more friendly to the planet and all of that. ALSO very “politically correct” with half the population, easily… very win-win all the way around.
I just wanted to show him the book, NOT give it away, but he convinced me (strongly suggested mentally, so I didn't really have a choice) to let him take it, and of course I did because you can't say NO to these guys.
I missed the book within a couple of weeks and looked for it, the slight memory of having a conversation with a guy about that book in my bedroom at night kept bugging me. I kept saying to myself, “No! That is just a dream! Nothing more! Didn't happen! That book is here somewhere!”
Only it wasn't.
Its 2 inches thick by 9 inches high by 11 inches long. I put it in a specific place because I don't have a lot of places to put things now, my 2 rooms are FULL. Then it was missing (and Cat and Sharn wouldn't take it, they don't care about that stuff, and have been super respectful of my stuff and area!) and it wasn't ANYwhere. I've been looking for that damned thing for a month and a half and it is nowhere to be found. I mean, logically, it HAS to be here.
Only it isn't.
And it bothers me. Most times when The Others take something, they don't return it. I give them things while under their influence because of their mind control abilities and then get so pissed afterwards. I've given them only a very few things, but they were often important to me. I don't have a lot of stuff, so what I do have is precious. They have only ever given back a small wooden box with a baby doll in it and some legal papers they took (I suspect to use for forging??)
Worse, when I try to think back to that dream, I have a slight memory piece that comes to me of feeling them calling me and going to the sliding glass doors to let someone in. I remember talking about my divorce and why I was living where I was. It was just the one guy (as far as I know) not a grey or anything. Also, one of my “jobs” with the Others (aliens or whatever they are) revolves around home design and arranging furniture and decorating. Has been an interest of mine they encouraged and used since I was a teenager. (Yeah, I know how it sounds– never has 'decorator to the stars' been so close to the truth! LOL!) My giving them a book on co-housing fits with one of my main 'jobs.'
If there's anything to it, and I still don't want to believe there is– I really want my damned book back! At Spiral’s End: What’s Left After the Paradigm Shatters is the personal paranormal blog of a woman that follows not only current odd events in her life, but recounts incidents from her past, including lifelong alien abductions, encounters with ghosts and other spiritual beings, and premonitions from either waking visions or dreams. She reacts and speculates about the deeper meaning behind these incidents and wonders– what is the ultimate reality or intelligence behind it all?