They are always the same. Long, blackish, very thin fingers constantly move about my floating, paralyzed body. They stand about 3 feet tall. Dozens of them. There is always a mentoring mantis-type in the background that exudes unconditional love and I trust him. Much of this happens in a trance-like state that I remember parts of in the morning. They come and get me out of bed.
I asked why I had to be asleep most of the time and they answered, telepathically, that my physical mind would be unable to assimilate their vibration. I only faintly remember being on craft, round, ethereal, no instrumentation, a few things sticking out of the floor. The craft is alive and conscious. They do not look me in the eye, the larger beings (typical Greys) do and that is CREEPY as hell.
They tell me that I agreed to this 'taking' before I was incarnated. It feels that way. Supposedly, I am part of a larger agenda of genetic manipulation of their own species for their species survival.
wow - can't believe I am typing this.
Brian "The Christian" Eveshi
quasi refugee from Skeptiko, PscienceQuest and Alien Expanse
June 19, 2019
I think you are brave to talk about it at all. Your last line really got to me, because I have thought it so many times when I started to talk about my abductions and then thought "I can't believe I am saying this", which then shut me right up for years at a time. And then there's the feeling (read: instruction) that I can't talk about it yet.
June 19, 2019
Also, you are not the only gay abductee, I am one as well, and have been forced into sex with female abductees, which has really disrupted my sexual identity and caused a lot of shame and confusion. I know there is a lot of us gay abductees out there, but you are the first one I have met so far. Probably because this is one of the few times I have discussed anything about my experience. And the weird thing is I have no ill will towards the beings that abduct, not sure why. I'm not even afraid of them anymore to be honest, not like when I was a kid and young adult. I used to dissociate, I am pretty sure. Wow, when you start to talk about it, it's like a flood-gate has opened. You are not alone.