Victoria's Wisdom
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UFO's.
What can I really say about them? Are they real? Why don't I leave the answer
up to you? Let me list some of the strange events I've had in my life and you
decide for yourself. It is hard to know where to start because of so many
unexplained events.
AN OBJECT
At
a very young age I was afraid to go to sleep at night when 'the balls of light'
appeared outside my bedroom window. I said 'the visitors were coming' and I
didn't want to go to bed because 'they were coming to get me'. My mother often
told me it was just my imagination and to go to sleep. When my younger sister
began to be afraid of the same thing my mother said I was making her afraid and
I was to stop frightening her.
Around
the age of 7 or 8, [living in the city in the late 1950's] I 'dreamt' the
visitors had taken me away from my family late one night, into a 'room' where I
had an object inserted into the front of my left leg [on the shin, just below
the knee]. I was told that I was having it put there under the skin because I
had a bad habit of removing the ones that were inserted into my nose. It was
decided that if the 'tracker' were put under my skin I would not be able to get
at it. The visitors agreed upon this and it was done.
The
next day I remembered my 'dream' clearly but due to dim house lights I could
see nothing so I decided to go outside and look at it in the daylight. I
forgot. The second day I again remembered at some point to go look at my leg in
the outdoor light. I forgot again. The third day I decided to sit next to a
bright light and see what was done to my leg and I forgot before I even got to
the lamp. This happened off and on for about a week; I would remember and then
forget before I could look at it [and this was not normal for me]. At the end
of this time I got really ticked off as I realized they were trying to stop me
from looking. I stomped through the house and outdoors forcing my anger and
concentration to remain on finding the object in my leg - plunked myself down
and began to examine my leg. I looked at the spot where I 'dreamt' the object
was put. Not really surprised, I felt a lump under my skin in the exact place I
'dreamt' I had one inserted. Being a very determined, inquisitive and resilient
little girl, I proceeded to poke at and scrutinize the spot. There was
absolutely no mark there or any visual indication of a lump, yet I could 'feel'
its presence nonetheless.
There
was absolutely no sensation of feeling, tenderness, discomfort or pain in the
area as I continued to poke and poke and prod at the spot trying to see what
was there [and I was really going at the spot]. Many questions entered my head
and many answers were not satisfactory as to the 'thing' under my skin. I knew
it was a 'tracker' and that it was used to find me so that I could not elude
the night visitors, so I continued to poke.
After
what must have been a good five or ten minutes of continual poking I could feel
something under my small fingers barely moving, so I continued to pry at and
loosen it more. The area was beginning to get sore now from my 'investigations'
but I ignored the pain and continued - I was determined to get this thing. It
felt kind of long and slender but at the same time it was kind of thick. After
what must have been another five to ten minutes I began to see something begin
to expose itself out of my flesh. I eventually got the entire thing out - the
size of the thing left a small hole in my leg and the only time it really hurt
was when I finally pulled it out of the skin - when it let go of the tissue
inside. There was a tiny speck of blood after I removed it and that was it.
At
first I thought it was a piece of glass, but I quickly ruled that out. The
object was not sharp - it was smooth in texture with blunt ends. It was perhaps
a half inch in length and not very big around. Its shape was that of a twisted
piece of cylindrical shaped 'glass-like' material with metal or something in
it. It was the strangest looking thing I have ever seen. After intense scrutiny
I decided to ask my mom what it was because she would know. My mother had no
idea. My mom checked it over thoroughly and wanted to know where I had gotten
if from. I told her it was from my leg and showed her the hole. My mother was
very interested, yet puzzled about the strange object. She had never seen,
heard, or read about anything like this. After many minutes of intense scrutiny
my mother decided to put it in a pill container on the spice shelf [behind the
spices] in the top of the kitchen cupboard where it would be safe until she
could investigate it further. I thought to myself, "That'll fix you guys,
you won't find me now. Look for me and all you'll find is the cupboard."
With glee at being free of the 'tracer' I quickly forgot about it.
That
was the last time we saw the thing - a few months later when I suddenly thought
about it [after seeing the balls of light again] I reminded my mother about it
- it had disappeared from the upper shelf. Only my parents could reach it and
neither my mom nor my dad had touched it.
As
a child I had no explanation for this. As an adult I've heard many stories of abductees
having items described like this inserted into their bodies to track them...
You figure it out...
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