September 6, 2018
February 2, 2018
Hunter Lewis, lol,Be careful what you wish for.
I never remember anything, but the wounds after tell the tale.
It was neat, even cool, when it was just lights in the sky,and a "maybe they're real" attitude. But that changes when you wake up missing a chunk here, and bloody cuts and scratches there.
I haven't yet approached a hypnotherapist, as I'm still on the fence about whether or not the process retrieves, or creates memories.
I find myself envious of those that can remember, and more than a little confused as to why I can't.
There is no question, this is happening. I hope one day to catch them in the act, and force a confrontation.
If it does happen to you, I hope you end up like some of these others that come back with messages of love and hope, but it could end up like my experience. Looking back, if I were you, I would feel lucky they are leaving you alone.
It's better to walk alone, than with a crowd going in the wrong direction. H.S.