Megan Rose: Welcome to the Future

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When I was nine years old, the monsters were back again. The little greys appeared in my bedroom with a flash of light. Instantly, I seemed to be paralyzed, unable to move or scream. All I wanted to do was run and scream. I was taken to a large cylinder ship that was floating above my cul-de-sac in the suburbs of Northern Virginia.

The next thing I remember, I was lying flat on a table with extremely bright lights over me. My head was heavy—I could not lift it—and my entire body felt like pins and needles. Breathing over me was a tall, reptile-like beings. He was covered in scales. The first thing I noticed about him was his nose. He just had two slanted slits that he was breathing through. He was breathing rather heavily, grunting even, as he was thinking.

I got the impression he was in charge of what was happening. He had his large, muscular arms crossed, folded over his chest. He had vertical slits for pupils, and there was no compassion in his eyes.

This reptilian species is known for its psychic abilities. They can invade the mind of their prey and often enjoy projecting fear into the consciousness of their victims.

To my horror, I was sharing a telepathic connection with this being. I could read his thoughts and he could read mine. Through this method, I came to understand how I got there. The reptilian soldier had been watching me for awhile. I was on his list. I did not know what that meant at the time, but Val Nek, my rescuer, later explained that each person’s DNA has a unique energetic frequency. This frequency can be tracked down using technology from a higher density. He explained that this is how they track down and identify certain children or people that would be useful to them.

The reptilian was aware of my DNA and was interested in using me for several different things. Because of my aptitude for certain psychic abilities, he had plans to take me through a portal to Mars to be a slave and super soldier. The term, super soldier, is used to describe a person, often taken against his will, who is trained to be part of a secret space program. Many of these secret space programs use trauma-based mind control, where they split the mind and program different alters to perform different tasks.

My potential for psychic abilities, such as telekinesis, would make me a useful asset if they were successful in traumatizing me enough to transform me into a weapon. The reptilian was also interested in putting me in breeding programs and harvesting my eggs. I began to understand that he was instructing the small greys to perform a procedure that would violate me,  in order to harvest my eggs and make hybrid children. One of the small greys grabbed my arm and a milky white substance started running into my veins. The air on the ship was already thin, but is was even harder to breathe as the substance paralyzed my muscles and my entire body became numb. I started to feel like I was dying.

If someone consents to an abduction, then he cannot be rescued. Often these malevolent extraterrestrials use fear to gain consent for procedures or abductions. The reptilian told me that if I didn’t agree to go with him, he would kill my mother. He had invaded my mind and was telepathically bullying me. He sent images into my mind of my mother being chopped into pieces. He said that if I didn’t let him take me, my whole family, including my young siblings, would be killed. As a child who had many nightmares and terrors, I always reminded myself, even in dream state, that monsters aren’t real. I continued to say, “No, you’re not real,” and the gigantic reptilian grew angrier.

All of a sudden, the reptilian’s mind shifted from hatred and malice to a feeling of trepidation. I telepathically was linked to the reptilian and I understood that he felt he had made a mistake. He had overlooked something. His eyes started to dart back and forth, and for the first time, words came out of his mouth. They were not in English; they were forceful and sounded like hissing.

The ship started to rock, and I could hear men’s voices shouting in the background. The door to the room burst open, just as it did in my first abduction. My friends were here!

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Megan Rose: Welcome to the Future